"It was silent..." ~ Jane Eyre
There are times when your soul becomes taciturn for no monumental reason.
Perhaps it is the sudden frost that creates chords of crystallized ice. The words move slowly as the temperature drops until finally they are completely solid and cannot flow. A blanket of white covers expression and covers its layers with condensed flakes. Instead of moving your mouth you move your body and make snow angels and pray silently to them in fragmented sentences swirling in your head that they can help you recover what is lost.
There are times when your soul becomes taciturn for no monumental reason.
Perhaps it is the sudden frost that creates chords of crystallized ice. The words move slowly as the temperature drops until finally they are completely solid and cannot flow. A blanket of white covers expression and covers its layers with condensed flakes. Instead of moving your mouth you move your body and make snow angels and pray silently to them in fragmented sentences swirling in your head that they can help you recover what is lost.
The air is most quiet as snow falls, and one can always tell it is about to snow by listening to the air. It is both amazing and perplexing that a sky so full creates a certain empty sound at the ear...
Labels: introspection
posted by ThursdayNext | 9:16 AM
12 Comments:
Sometimes I wish my head would go silent -- then I could appreciate the snow angels. I know it will, soon. Lovely writing!
Yup like Kels said, beautiful writing.
Snow - everyone marvels at the visuals but sometimes it's the sonics for me too. The way the world becomes almost muffled and distant in the morning after a heavy snowfall at night. I love that. Then there's the "slish" of noise from cars as they plough the snow into slush on the road.
Then there's the noise as kids discover the fresh fall and start playing in it, throwing snowballs, screaming as someone dumps snow down the back of their pants.
Last but not least as I mentioned in my snowy blog entry, that utterly satisfying "crunch-cludge" noise of your boot-treads as snow gets crunched underfoot, leaving your footprints in your wake. Oh yes indeed.
In fact snow is just a massive treat for all the senses and as a sensual person I'm not in the least bit surprised you can write so beautifully about it.
Peej
You had me at 'taciturn'
Sometimes we choose NOT to say anything
Lovely post. Wish I could come up with something more eloquent than 'lovely post' but the blanket of snow seems to have effected my writing as well.
I actually walked around a snow angel in the park the other day because it seemed wrong to walk through it, though, it's creator was clearly long gone. I wanted it to remain preserved, a haunting of childhood past, a reminder of childhood memories.
Here I find sense as well as sensibility.
Eloquently writ, and at the same time the link, "introspection," itself takes us to exactly the same post. Has e'er a post been more introspective? Has e'er an ardent Eyre admirer himself fallen more mute, taciturn, reticent, spartan, terse, to stutter and at last gutter out, lips pursed (and most suggestively), from such a comment box?
oh, are you living inside my head?
i long for the silence of snow, for my mind to turn taciturn.
sigh.
this is beautifully written.
lovely, lovely writing, thursday.
i had a moments worth of introspection a few days ago..
schaumi
Kels ~ Thanks for your words about my writing! The ironic part is that as I was writing this I was dealing with writers block!
Peej ~ I love that slish of cars...and that is exactly the sound they make! Oh dear; I don't think we went so far as to dump snow down pants as kids...neck, yes! That sounds so awful I just shivered! ;)
Barry ~ I miss you! I am hoping that you are well and don't think for a moment that I have forgotten that you are there. I wish you were here experiencing snow.
WIP ~ Indeed, I love seeing anonymous snow angels on lawns...the imprint they leave is so pretty. I am fonder of them then I am snowmen.
Percy, dear ~ Indeed, I have felt your absence at RomanticDandy, therefore I have left very few comments there. I had fun writing the poem and am anxious to hear the winner announced!
Birdie ~ Thank you, m'dear. I was walking in the snow two days ago and the flakes were so fat that I could taste them. It was delicious and another good reason not to talk...just to eat!
Schaumi ~ I owe your blog a visit, for I love reading your most introspective posts because they are always amazingly astute.
i find that cold makes quiet...with or without snow.
brrrr is a great noise.
(i did not say "brrrr" upon waking this morning, as i finally found my electric blanket last night.)
Yes, February.
Beautiful! At times, I understand silence as a prelude to really ‘doing’ something, and to really ‘being’. Do-be-be!:)
I completely agree. It's that space in which your head is so full, but getting anything concrete to come out of it is ridiculous and impossible. I see you haven't written much lately. I've been so busy on my end, so that's why I haven't been posting. Not an excuse however, and so I resolver to do better.
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