A Recipe Of Snow

Snow is on the ground here in Victoria. Victoria, BC, Canada. And more is falling as I type at my Ikea desk. I look out my window between typing lines, checking grammar, and munching on shortbread.

This is christyb, and no I didn’t bake the shortbread. Thank-you Safeway.

Poets are inspired by scenery like what I see outside my office window. Snow-covered roofs are likened to quilted blankets and symbolic images of a cold heart. The possibilities are endless. Or at least when the poet is in a creative frame of mind.

Snowy Field

Ahh the snow is here

The poet can type at their keyboard or scribble a handwritten note regardless of the weather outside. Temperature of 40 degrees Celsius? I can still type. 20 or 90 degrees? Yup, same thing.

 

 

My fingers dance over the keys as I hear the scraping of a snow shovel in the property behind me. A grating noise.

We can tune out the landscape, the sound of the shovel, and instead tune into our thoughts. Transfer thoughts to MS Word?

Check.

Complete the poem?

Well, it’s coming along.

No need to rush. And who knows, maybe the snow will even get a mention in the poem.

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21 thoughts on “A Recipe Of Snow

  1. Marc Phillippe Babineau

    Where is here? (the “here” as to where the snow has finally
    showed up)

    Sounds like the poem needs to be introduced to the snow… maybe “there once was a snowfall in Nantucket,…. When I looked at my driveway I just said “forget it”… ” ?

    Okay, so there’s a reason you’re the poet and I’m the societal critic!

    Welcome to the blogosphere – it’s just like a snowglobe in here! (yeah, I rhymed!)

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    1. christyb Post author

      Hi MB, nice to hear from you! I added in the ‘here’. Yup now you have to make your way back to my post to read the changes… Hehe I like your Limerick but I think it’s a different ‘F’ word that you mean… Your comments are bloggerific!

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  2. Julie Catherine

    Very inspiring, Christy – and I eagerly await your ‘snow poem’. Since I’m diabetic, could you please have my shortbread cookie for me? Sigh, I love shortbread …. ~ Julie 🙂

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  3. Saundra Hartman

    Greetings from Jacisonville FL
    Hello you snow birds. . .I don’t envy your bouts with bytes of snow – much BUT the small sweet moments we used to have with an occasional overnight or two of frost seem to be fading with greater realities. . .heaters, ahhhhh! toasty curls of warmth and coffee with my own homemade cocoa. Gone, almost all gone. Thank you for your beautiful cool site, Christy. May I invite all who post here to my realm of the visionary world of poetry. . .no ads, no links, no comments, to blogs. . .only poetry and some of the most beautifel photos I have ever seen. . .a few audio readings and two slide shows so far. http://www.eonwriter.com If you like the site, pass it on. . .it can only go from heart to heart.

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    1. christyb Post author

      Hi Saundra, nice to touch base with you. Siggy told me about your site and I visited it last week. Wonderful poetry. Yes I wanted to comment on the site but saw only your email address as a contact. You are sharing beautiful words and photos. I will pass on the poetic word about your website. Thanks for your compliments here too!

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    1. Christy Post author

      Jayna, I missed your comment until today. I must have been playing out in the snow back then! Thank-you for your kind words my friend and I hope you are still chasing your pot at the end of the rainbow.

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  4. remostrainbarn

    It’s quite wonderful how you bring me to the exact second with description. A snow shovel scraping. The image of snow and scenery around. A tranquil image of you at the desk absorbing the moment. Your ears hear these sounds, and your eyes shift to blanket the moment with worded immortality.
    I sense a certain beauty when you create. Your instinct enables a fast way of translating the second. A writer you are. A writer who translates beauty into superb, written form.

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    1. Christy Post author

      Remo, how wonderful of you to stop by my space. Our space. Open to the readers and I love reading the comments. You have a lyrical way about your writing as well that is so kind and unassuming. Thank-you for such nice words and for connecting with Poetic Parfait.

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      1. remostrainbarn

        To think! Just a while ago we couldn’t communicate our thoughts like this on-screen so quickly. I always give that thought every day. How we have many ways to connect to each other 24/7. In support & access to each written ability. Nice to have open doors…

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