Walking- A Poem by Violet

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Walking

A poem by Violet

The snow superimposes
a new palette on reality;
it muffles,
cuts away sound
until all that remains
is itself,
a wet distorted squeak
beneath our feet.

Reflecting the fluffy sky
in piles all around,
it makes the world
a suspended dream,
a quiet empty earth
for our solitude.

We inhale
the soft sharp air,
arm in arm,
faces cold,
hands anonymous in gloves;
We pull our feet through the growing, glittering drift,

like draft horses going uphill.
Our breath turns to clouds,
floating up like a train’s nostrils,
and dissolves into the cold.

*****

Violet describes how she sees herself. When she says “snow superimposes a new palette on reality,” she is talking about what you can see of her on the outside and the inner layers of her being. You don’t always get to see the whole person and there might be much more beneath the surface. She also sees the earth as a “suspended dream.” What we see through our eyes does not always seem real to us or fit with what we know about ourselves.

(Excerpt from Make the Best of Your Teen Years: 105 Ways to Do It)

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I am a retired psychologist now writing freelance . I have published Commonsense Wisdom for Everyday Life, Young Man of the Cloth, The Pastor's Inferno, Navigating Life: Commonsense Reflections for the Voyage, Release Your Stress and Reclaim Your Life, and Make the Best of Your Teen Years. I wrote a newspaper column in Batavia, NY for fourteen years. My articles are now available in my free newsletter, Sliding Otter News. Subscribe free at http://www.eepurl.com/mSt-P.

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