Vaccinius

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

The snow

When the snow covers everything, I am at ease.
There is nothing which like snow is giving me peace.
When the tree and the house both is featured in white,
all the same, as the construct together with site.

We are none, to be giving and taking, we are,
like the moon to the sun, making fun of the star.
Necessary or useful is being in vain
when the snow shows to be in itself is the gain.

[The poem was corrected February the 4th 2015 at 08:52 (in verse 2, the word "ridiculing" was changed to "making fun of").]

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At dVerse, today, Marina Sofia wants us to write a poem about snow.

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I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.

5 comments:

  1. i wish we had snow...i could use the day off school
    that would def bring me peace...and there is little like the
    hush of snow to bring that peace...

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  2. Yes.. Nature rules.. when all human words and deeds are gone..:)

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  3. This might bring Glenn and Linda's opprobrium on you... They're not big fans of snow...as I suppose we all aren't at some point, struggling against the vastness and inevitability of it. An interesting comparison you have there.

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  4. Snow brings so much silence ... I think it takes a Norwegian or a Swede to write about the beauty of snow.

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