Postcards

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Postcards!

When l was younger …

l recall seeing moments caught in time,
That friends had bought or taken,
Of fascinations that had captured their minds,
Rocked their world and left them shaken,
With raw excitement and genuine passions,
That they had felt they should share with me,
Hoping their spirited offerings would gladden,
And that l too would be inspired truly,

Back then, it was the visions of snows white,
That captured my imagination the most,
Simply taken was l at her bold yet virginal invite,
Allured into that calming sensual host,
Capped mountain tops and an endless sea,
Of untouched moments of tranquillity,
Shimmering silken memories,
Back then l remember the serenity,

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Now …

I am older and used to seeing snows white,
Working within her deep breath,
Feeling the freshness of her gift bite,
Into me, and feel the kiss of death,
Upon my chest when the cold cuts my flesh,
Her sexuality raw upon my frozen mind,
Weary limbs, aching body enmeshed,
Glazed eyes set in stone recalling time,

Irrelevant to how cynical l may now be,
To the presence beneath my feet,
Or the freezing cold and accompanying misery,
Seeing her beauty yearly is still a treat,
Looking out upon a vast white ocean,
Silvered sands covering nature,
Untouched and not yet broken,
Trees like angels solemnly within prayer,

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Never fails to impress me does she,
In all that is cast upon our darkened lands,
By this mistress of such natural artistry,
Painting a masterpiece with invisible hands,
Sunrises and their sets are also taken into her wintry craft,
And such gloriousness and beauty,
Does she conjure up for us from her hard graft,
Managing always to leave the day with tranquillity,
From strawberry whispers to crimson blushes,
Or blood red traces like drawing blades,
Across the skies, golden seas or apricot crushes,
Never fail to impress us with her nightly brocade,

Captured moments in time from my past,
Within card were seen as an inspiration,
My memories now cannot be unsurpassed,
Postcards are nice, but the reality fills me with constant elation.

© Rory Matier 2012

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  1. Love the poem and love looking at the pictures of snow. Since 1977 though I haven’t been very enamored with the actual snow. That was the year we had a blizzard at the beginning of January here in Kentucky of all places, getting a couple of feet of the white stuff in a day, and being stuck in our drafty old farm house for the entire month, with snow drifts 15 to 20 feet high. Schools cancelled and 3 kids at home wanting to be entertained! And then all the kids in the area dug paths to our back door and instead of 3 kids the number increased each day! It was also the best month of my life! Being stranded at home, moving the mattresses into the easiest room to heat, reading books to the assembly while dinner simmered all day in the crock pot. Those memories are worthy of an epic poem.

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    1. I lived in a forty foot caravan from 2009 – 2012 on the Lincolnshire Fens and l had to endure three exceedingly harsh winters during that time. i can relate all too well of the harshness of the snow. i like to look upon snow, but working and living in it is a different matter. Every winter l did nothing but pray for the spring 🙂

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      1. I hear that! I have MS so winter temps are better for me because MS doesn’t play well with summer heat, but going out for groceries in a power chair can be a bone chilling affair. We used never to have much snow around here, but weather patterns seem to be changing and we’re getting more and more. I love looking at photos of it, even looking at it out my window when it is new fallen and fresh, but ours always begins with a layer of ice, and ice hidden under the snow is not much fun! 😇

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      2. Hey Kentucky – totally agree and can relate oh so well. I used to work with horses in the snow and there was snow on the ground then, but if l was working in the stable yard it was always icy beneath me — you learned real fast to tread reeeal slow 🙂

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      3. Ohmugosh! We had cattle! Had to break the ice on the pond twice each day so they could drink, and every time it started to thaw we sank into the muck outside the barn where they all congregated for the hay. I lost a pair of sock and shoes in that stuff. Someone offered to go in after them but I really didn’t want them after what they had been buried in. I learned the true meaning of the word “crud” that day. 😇😜🤣

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      4. Yep, yep been there, got the tee shirt, l know what you mean.

        Snow is real pretty ………………… on postcards! As well as to those who don’t have to work in the thaw and the crud and crap and deep mud, or as you say working with water – because the frozen water oh my grief that is just way colder than other water. Your knuckles crack, you get chill factor, frostbite and then if you are really seriously unlucky and you are standing underneath something that drips and there is always one pesky [polite term of course] droplet of water that goes right down the back of your neck and hit bare skin and then your day is totally screwed – oh l so miss those days …………

        NOT! 🙂

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      5. Been there too! The worst one though is when an icicle breaks off and goes down the back! That’s when I go back inside and let the guys take over. Someone has to be chief cook and bottle washer, after all. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it and none of my guys could boil water without burning it. Hubby tried but the less said the better about the outcome — except for frying catfish fiddlers. The kids wouldn’t even come to the table until they were assured their dad did the cooking on those. He eventually taught me how to do it, but my mom wouldn’t let us eat fish because she was certain we would choke on a bone! Did you use the old time horse liniment for cuts? Ours was Black Diamond liniment, smelled to high heaven and stained everything it touched but it sure worked. Hubs preferred dipping whatever he hurt in a bucket of coal oil or barring that, kerosene. I don’t know where those remedies started, and I’m a big believer in natural medicine but after a few times of trying to clean the residue off the sheets I had to draw the line on those. Or at least wrap him up in some torn sheet strips!
        And then there was the time he checked the ice, told the kids it was getting thin so no more skating, and my youngest just had to try it out anyway. It was thin alright! The kid went thru in the middle of the pond and was frozen stiff by the time he made it to the house. Tried to sneak past me to dry off but he was caught and caught well! I still get a kick out of remembering him asking how I knew he was sneaking in while my back was turned away. I always told them all that i have eyes in the back of my head. Whatever works, ya know!
        I miss those days too. Living in town is suffocating. I need a time machine so I can go back once in a while. Of course I need a brain transplant even more when I say things like that! I might have to go out this winter and find an icicle to stick down the back of my neck! A sure cure for nostalgia!

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