Blink Of An Eye

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Tue, 06 Feb 2018
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17 comments
 

My own photo

 

 

Up high

in grayish

white

atmosphere,

 

clouds

mass like

an arctic

wasteland,

 

snow

falls soft

as guardian

angel's touch,

 

steady

rhythm,

volume

so light,

 

each flake

created

meandering

peacefully,

 

airborne

then a

slight

dusting,

 

dissolving,

fast in the

blink of

an eye.

 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I liked the way you take us through from the 'arctic wasteland' above (a lovely phrase) through the falling, the covering, the melting, as you watch. Nice photo too! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, I was just about to change the photo to something more in line with the poem, but after reading your comment I think I'll keep it on. The reason I chose the photo was because of the sky which did feel like an arctic wasteland.

I'm pleased you enjoyed and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

aha, jenny angelic and snowy. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Is that from today Jenny? It's similar here. Love the poem!

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

'meandering peacefully' yes Jenny rain drops down fast, snow is unhurried, takes its' time. Good poem and camera blink, catching the scene.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A lovely sense of quietness.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like how you have so few words on each line, so it has to be read slowly as snow falls slowly

"each flake

created

meandering

peacefully,"

putting "created" in reminds me that each flake is unique

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

A beautiful poem. The next time it snows (tomorrow?), I shall read this poem again. A snapshot, a moment in time, something to savour. Lovely!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Good to know you liked this poem Jack. Thank you for touching on the angelic part it means a lot. Also appreciate the read and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi insert,

the photo was taken a while ago, but I thought the sky expressed what I was trying to convey in the poem. To be honest I'm glad it's not snowing here, as I enjoy walking every day and wouldn't go out if the snow was down due to my hip and slipping.   Glad you liked though and many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Elsie,

we had a few flakes yesterday that only lasted about five minutes, which really was in the blink of an eye before they landed, but I was watching how they were being carried on the breeze and it gave me the idea for looking at the photo and that's how I came up with the poem. 

Many thanks for stopping by to read and it's really kind of you to let me know you enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Helen, 

your words conveyed so much of what I was trying to say.

Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Di_Hard,

you are so right about each flake being unique, thank you for pointing out those words of wisdom. I suppose we're all like those snowflakes unique in our own way. 

I'm grateful to you for stopping by to read and appreciate your thoughts.

Many thanks,

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Alice,

the weather men keep saying it's going to snow, but thankfully it hasn't really come to anything as I do so enjoy getting out and about now I've got my new hip, walking is such a pleasure.

It's so kind of you to let me know and I'm glad I could set the scene for tomorrow.

Thank you for stopping by.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

It was such a delight to see the cherries Editors. Put a smile on my face. smiley

From a very grateful Jenny thank you so much. 

 

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

This is lovely Jenny, I really like how pared down these poems are and the season clearly inspires you.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for stopping by to read this poem FB and for letting me know. 

You're right I am inspired by the season. I love the quiet that snow creates, as if all the world were at rest, well in my garden anyway.

Jenny.