Monday, December 10, 2018

A Parashot on a Monday


No Hidden Meaning (Just Snow)

Eastern Pennsylvania morphs from crimson and golds to stark
Bare branches scrape gray skies 
Wreaths in ribbon red adorn front doors
Rooms decked in evergreen crackle with lit fireplaces and children’s laughter
Plenty of merry, merry greetings and mistletoe kisses signal the season
Careful cookies and milk preparation, then footie-pajama kids tucked into bed
Awakened by the glistening reflective gleam, eye squinting, purest white Christmas




(a writer friend introduced our group to "parashots" - not a poem, not a paragraph, more of a short screenshot of a scene.  Many of the examples she gave were autobiographical.  I was thinking about  waking up as a kid (especially on Christmas morning) and KNOWING it snowed. Before you hopped out of bed, the light shining through curtains was blindingly bright...like the gleam of a million halos or something otherworldly)

22 comments:

  1. I could write a parashot. (I certainly don't do poetry well!)
    Yes, there is that feeling that you know it snowed. And it's awesome.

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    1. you could write a great parashot...give it a shot

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  2. This was excellent Joanne , must have a go at a parashot sometime.

    Yvonne.

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    1. I bet yours would be quite poetic - it's all about the language.

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  3. Very nice, Joanne.
    The "footie pajama kids" made me feel cozy.
    Have a great, safe week.

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  4. I love this. You put me right there.

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    1. thanks much. I enjoyed writing it - on a whim

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  5. A neat way to go about it indeed. Even though snow sucks.

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    1. doesn't suck as a kid - you're not driving or shoveling. It's all about throwing snowballs and using that new sled!

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  6. Parashots...that's totally new to me, haven't heard that expression before. Loved the scene though I pictured in my mind as I write your ditty.
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  7. That's excellent! Totally sets the scene!

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    2. thanks. sounds like I created a winner

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  8. I love this! Snapshot writing is beautiful.

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  9. This is lovely, Joanne. Brought back many Christmas memories.

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    1. thanks. I figured my Northeast and Midwest friends would understand

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  10. 'the light shining through curtains was blindingly bright...like the gleam of a million halos or something otherworldly' - so, so beautifully captured! I have never seen a white Christmas morning but I can absolutely visualise this light. Loved the imagery in the entire parashot - another one was rooms 'lit with children's laughter.' Brilliant work!

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    1. thank you. I appreciate you as a true wordsmith. Glad I could strike a chord

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  11. I must confess... I never heard of a parashot before, but this is very cool. Well done!

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