snow comes to call
in bright crystal, grouped
singularities, downed by gravity
yet light at heart
they want to play
reddening our bare noses
tickling our thirsty tongues
sticking and sliding about
in piles and underfoot
men and angels fashioned
in this cold season
I used this program to snow the quadrille.
Björn is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Björn wants us to write a 44-word poem using the word snow.
Tao Talk 
Those red noses is something I really remember… also how we crowned each other in snow at schoolyard.
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There is something playful about the cold reddening our noses that I love. In elementary school, throwing snowballs on the playground was not allowed. I decided to violate the rules and the principal paddled me for it, the ol’ b….
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I like the personification in ‘snow comes to call’, Lisa, a welcome visitor for some, as it is reddening bare noses and tickling thirsty tongues. I like the idea of ‘men and angels fashioned in this cold season’.
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<3 Thank you for what you see, Kim.
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Love all of these, most especially the last two lines! :) Even as an adult, I do love making a good snow angel!
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<3 Me too. Thanks, Lillian.
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That’s lovely, Lisa. Everything that is wonderful about snow!
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Thanks, Dale. I left the shoveling and snowblowing parts out ;)
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As did I… I’m almost ready to lock this baby up!
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:)
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😊
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I think “light at heart” captures the poem’s joyfulness, Li, and I love the startling playfulness of snow that climaxes with a deft twist of snow angels fashioned as are men.
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Thank you so much for sharing what you see, Dora. Can you tell I wish it would snow?
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A wonder-full write, Lisa! I really like your ending as well :D
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it’s lynn…anonymously
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Thanks, Someone :)
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Thanks much, Lynn!
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Love the snow angel closer!
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:)
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This is vivid! You make it come to life.
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Happy you enjoyed it, Alexandra <3
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I like “men and angels fashioned.” That really works.
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Thanks much, Someone.
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Love how snow is so very welcomed with: snow comes to call
in bright crystal. And fun with snow angels.
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:) Thanks, Grace!
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Red noses – just like Rudolf something magical about this one Lisa 🙌
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Thanks, Ange <3
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grouped
singularities, downed by gravity
yet light at heart
Really great images in your poem. I love it.
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Thanks much, Dwight :)
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You are welcome.
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‘Men and angels fashioned’ ~ brilliant!
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:) thanks!
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You are putting me through the seasons with these….
I like those lines “sticking and sliding about…in piles and underfoot”
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Thanks, Max!
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I like how you’ve written about the playfulness of snow, and the visualisation works in well with that theme. Very creative. :)
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Di, thank you :)
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Lovely. If we only could have snow without the cold and slippery roads! :-)
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like they do with grass on playing fields? astrosnow? :)
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I love the playfulness and the happiness that your quadrille evokes – its so strange isn’t it that so many of us dislike the cold and yet the snow just brings out the child in us and we crave to get out there in that white wonderland 💞Suzanne
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YES! Thank you, Suzanne.
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What a lovely scenario painted in your poem.
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Thanks, Sadje <3
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You’re most welcome 🙏🏼
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I love this use of personification, Lisa <3
Much love,
David
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Much appreciated <3
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Used to love making snow angels……been a while.
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That’s cool (as snow) Yvonne. I vow to make one when we get snow :)
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Your lovely quadrille transported me right back to childhood!! Cheers.
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YAY! Happy to hear it, Helen.
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I like this one! Especially the ending:
men and angels fashioned
in this cold season
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Thanks much, Someone :)
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Brrrrrr… this makes me feel chilly!
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It should! :)
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Your poem felt like someone resigned to the “cold season” and appreciating its best.
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Thanks, Susan!
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Good Sunday Morning! You asked what inspired my ‘snowy’ poem … years ago when I composed it I had watched a movie (cannot for the life of me remember which one it was) I ended up sobbing over .. watching early settlers bury their children. That combined with the Wyeth art was the catalyst. Happy Holidays Lisa.
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Helen, thank you for the explanation and your inspiration led to something very potent.
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Nice, vivid but soothing write. Thanks, I liked the thought. “light at heart they want to play . . . In this cold season.” Maks me wish I was playing too.
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Thanks, Jim :)
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I like this a lot. I especially love the first and last three lines, especially “grouped
singularities, downed by gravity”☺️
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:) Thanks, Melissa!
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