Sounds of Snow Silence
Sounds of Snow Silence
What passes for silence
in snow–
the flicks of flakes, shush
of pants’ legs, trees’ creak (rocking against
sky’s floor), the ocean
that is wind, the freeze
of my chin, which would sound, if cold
resonated, like a bolt tightening, lightbulb
screwed in, or when I bend
into the current, the glow
of its undertow.
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55 (without title) for the G-Man, who lives on at Real Toads. The image (as is normally the case on my blog) is some construct of mine. (All rights reserved.)
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ManicDDaily 
January 3, 2015 at 6:24 pm
I love this k. You can hear, almost taste, the silence.
January 3, 2015 at 6:30 pm
Ha. Thanks, Polly. Hope all well by you. Seems like you had a nice holiday. k.
On Sat, Jan 3, 2015 at 6:24 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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January 3, 2015 at 9:20 pm
A beautiful write. If there’s walking in the snow to be done these days, I let my husband and the dog do it, but I remember the cold oh-so-very well.
K
January 3, 2015 at 10:54 pm
You have captured the feeling of a snowy walk. I remember them well although I see very few of them any more. Love “sky’s floor”.
January 3, 2015 at 11:52 pm
I love the trees “rockin’ against sky’s floor” and the “ocean of wind”.
January 4, 2015 at 1:14 am
This is beautiful. It feels like walking alone on a cold day.
http://sphereofmusic.blogspot.com/2015/01/outfoxing-quixote-flash-55-extra.html
January 4, 2015 at 1:38 am
The flicks of flakes, the silence and the pant’s legs does this for me.. All these are details that really makes me think of a winter day. Wonderful.
January 4, 2015 at 3:15 am
That is a beauty. Every word is apt, every image is alive, every sound evokes the senses.
-HA
January 4, 2015 at 2:20 pm
Thank you so much, HA, for your kind comment. K.
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January 4, 2015 at 6:02 am
These sounds of silence are like a subplot…the sounds we would not regularly notice if the traffic main plot of our lives flowed its usual course. A beautifully composed poem exploring the almost intangible.
January 4, 2015 at 7:31 am
You have found the beauty in the extremes of weather. Perhaps we idealize snow down south because we see so little of it but I envy the sight of snow ndr moonlight.
January 4, 2015 at 7:32 am
*under*
My tablet has a mind of its own!
January 4, 2015 at 2:17 pm
Snow is super pretty. I don’t mind the cold so much so I like it-/ that said, I am not usually having to shovel! Thanks, Kerry. K.
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January 4, 2015 at 8:44 am
wonderful description throughout… the reader felt it all
January 4, 2015 at 8:59 am
I admire the sounds of silence – flicks, shush, creaks ~ Each word is a gem to read ~
January 4, 2015 at 10:40 am
Brilliant imagery in this , k–‘like a bolt tightening’ makes my muscles tighten in an involuntary response, just like cold, and ‘the ocean that is wind..’ is superlative. Really well done job of condensing a complex mood and thoughts into something concentrated and strong, yet brief, like a whiskey shot or a kiss.
January 4, 2015 at 8:01 pm
I love that picture.
January 4, 2015 at 8:02 pm
Though it IS sadly lacking in elephants.
January 4, 2015 at 8:12 pm
Ha. Yes. They don’t always like the cold.
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January 5, 2015 at 1:01 am
brilliant, k. all of it ~
January 5, 2015 at 6:16 pm
Your images bring it all to life- a visceral memory.
January 5, 2015 at 6:35 pm
Thank you, Mary. k.
On Mon, Jan 5, 2015 at 6:16 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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January 6, 2015 at 9:38 am
The image is beautiful. What passes for silence in snow is never really silent. I get that. The G-Man would be raining praises on you.