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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She Died Doing What She Loved

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

"What would you like on the gravestone?" The man was asking for the second time.

Kevin was distracted by messages on his phone. But the words finally broke through to him and so he said "She died doing what she loved.” He did not bother to take his eyes off his phone to respond.

They weren’t really her last words. But he could not tell the funeral director what they were.

The funeral director, ...

Crime

Drama

Liar, Liar

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Fake Smile, Best Friend. Yes.

Bare My Soul, Stripped to Its Core.

Do You Know Me? No.

...

Drama

Poetry

Heron

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

Heron, Heron,

Beautiful Bird.

Heron, Heron,

Wings like a Kite.

Overcast Morning,

Out on a Walk.

You Sat on the Lake,

Of a Golf Course.

Heron, Heron,

You Flew Away.

Left Me Wondering,

Where You’d Stop Next

...

Poetry

The Reluctant Host

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

I wish my brain

Wouldn’t invite every thought

In for tea.

Sometimes,

It’s ok to stand

At the door,

Have a conversation,

With a thought,

And politely

Close the door.

Except my brain

Doesn’t know how

To do that.

So I’m stuck

Hosting thoughts

All day and all night.

Being a reluctant host.

Some days

My brain invites

thoughts

from past

relationships,

past jobs,

past friendships.

And throws a...

Poetry

The Sounds of Silence

Daphne P Snow

2 min read

It is the soft ticking of the living room clock that makes Adeline realize the house is too quiet.

She has spent the last thirty minutes engrossed in front of her computer, looking at numbers on an excel spreadsheet, in a futile attempt to make the numbers make sense. They weren’t and she didn’t know what else to do about it. She moves things around several times, cross referencing data from other...

Romance

The Burden of Memory

Daphne P Snow

1 min read

The memory is like a phantom limb.

I feel the tingling, the throbbing, the itching.

But when I look for it I find nothing there.

All I have is the conviction that I used to remember more.

His face, what made him smile.

Our quiet, lovely walks.

But now I'm not sure if I made it all up.

...

Poetry

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