Daphne P Snow

I’ve always loved words and all art forms that involve the beauty of words. I dabble in storytelling, poetry, and songwriting. I’m here to enjoy other people’s writing and to share my work. I’m always open to feedback on anything I post.

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For The Love Of Butter

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

The TV host was talking rapidly as she carried out the steps of the recipe.

“Make sure to solidify the butter first. It makes it easier to slice in thin stripes”. She repeated so the audience understood the importance of that step.

“I”ll demonstrate” she said as the cameraman zoomed in.

“Ohhhhh butterrrrr. This is my kryptonite” she joked with her audience, laughing along too.

“If you ever need...

Humour

Black Sand Beach

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans. She knelt down to pick some up, running them through her fingers. The black sand leaving its mark like coffee grounds. They felt gritty like fine sandpaper as she rubbed her palms together, awakening a warmth in her palms from the friction.

She felt like she belonged here. She once read that sometimes you knew your happy place even if yo...

Adventure

Loneliness

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Sit in it, she whispered.

Let it engulf you like the endless,

Sand of the Sahara desert.

Breathe it in, she coerced.

Let it fill your lungs like a mother,

Breathing air into the mouth

Of her dying child.

Who told you the loneliness was bad?

Who told you to run away from it?

Who told you to silence it?

Listen to it.

Let the song it sings fill your soul.

Hear every lyric it whispers,

Every word ...

Poetry

Perspective

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Birds circled overhead.

“Guys, look at the birds. Aren’t they pretty? The black birds look so cool against the gray skies” she says with child like glee.

“No mummy, the sky is white” her eldest son responds.

“Oh the sky looks gray to me” she replies.

“It’s white mummy” he reiterates, more defiantly. Because when you’re 7 years old, your opinion is fact.

“Ok, the sky is white” She agrees, in orde...

Humour

The Day Jane Died

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

She was happy. Exuberant infact! She had the calendar on her bedside table.The same countdown calendar she used for Christmas. The date was the 25th. If it was a Christmas countdown, then today would be Christmas Day. If she was a kid she would be looking forward to opening her gifts. But she was not a kid, and it was not Christmas Day.

It was the day of her death and she was feeling very jolly....

Relentless

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Day after day after day,

Wake up, brush teeth, dress up,

Get ready for the day.

The agony of a day on repeat.

The curse of the hog, the groundhog.

There’s no escaping it.

There’s no reasoning with it.

There’s no bargaining.

They say the days are long but the years are short.

Who can tell the difference?

It’s all blurred now.

The same day, but not exactly.

There are some subtle differences when ...

Poetry

Drama

The Surgeon

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

He held the heart in his palm,

Just for a few minutes,

Not enough to register in the minds of the nurses.

He’s done this so many times,

But each time he still silently marvels,

At how an organ of moderate size and weight

Was the key to the whole being.

Sometimes he felt like a plumber

The chambers of the heart like the rooms in a house,

Blood vessels like pipes connecting each room.

One clogge...

Poetry

Tears In Peru.

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

The realization hit her as she walked towards the gate for her flight back home.

The entire time on her 5-day trip she tried to push it out of her mind.

She was determined to have a good time.

It wasn’t the time or place to dwell on things. She felt if she thought about the ways things were she would have a breakdown and not be able to recover.

It wasn’t easy though. In the middle of doing somet...

Drama

Romance

Stripped

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Title: Stripped

Piece by piece by piece

I’m stripped, piece by piece by piece

With each layer taken away,

My core gets harder.

I grasp tight,

I try to hold on to something,

So I don’t lose myself.

But piece by piece by piece,

I’m stripped piece by piece by piece.

I want to give of myself.

I want to nurture.

I want to feed.

I want to satisfy.

But I’m almost empty,

And that’s makes me grow darker,...

Poetry

The Scars On Our Hearts

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Twenty years

It’s been that long.

Still I dream of you daily.

You left so suddenly

There was no goodbye.

No, there was

Except I didn’t know that was our goodbye.

I would have held on tighter

Looked upon your face much longer.

Kissed you sweeter.

Twenty years still feels like yesterday...

Poetry

Romance