Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Picture This

November Dawn
[haiku]


dampened sound
fog invading the morning
invisible hand


Picture This

I ran out the door this morning
hair still wet from my shower
coat collar cold and clammy
left shoulder in a Notre Dame hunch
from purse, brief case, camera, lunchbox
I paused on the top stoop
afraid to step
broken bones in my imagination
aching joints in fact
looking for a proper footing
I saw the sugar frosted grass
freckles of white on the roof of my car
clouds reflected in the windshield
sloe and heavy with snow
compressing my perception
I took a deep breath


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34 comments:

  1. I am picturing and I am recognizing myself in the poem.;))
    Have a great midweek,
    xoxo

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  2. yeah me too...and wondering at the word play of sloe instead of slow...smiles.

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  3. Sounds like a November morning here in Ontario too. :)

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  4. A November dawn is emerging here just as I read this. Your words capture it so well.

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  5. Very nice...I can relate to your words...hope your Wednesday is wonderful. :)

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  6. Love the thought of freckles of white...beautiful!!

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  7. Oh, i like that writing.
    The haiku is awesome too

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  8. Great job!! You are a wonderful writer!!

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  9. your Haiku is almost eerie (fog does that to me I guess)good thing I am not reading Stephen King right now LOL!

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  10. I could feel the chill of the morn...and see it all unfolding. Lovely.

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  11. Are you still holding your deep breath ?? :)

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  12. Very easy to picture thanks to your skillful word-painting.
    Victoria

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  13. ah this made me take a deep breath too - beautiful description - sugar frosted grass...freckles of white..nice
    ...but you shouldn't run out of the house with wet hair when it's cold...i always tell my kids...

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  14. Well-versed poetry, Nessa. Thanks for stopping by my blog from My Life in Jenga's Swing by Sunday blog hop. http://eastlynandcompany.blogspot.com

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  15. Loved the "left shoulder in a Notre Dame hunch" part - brilliant!

    Nice One Shot, even if you did remind me of the inevitable coming of snow.

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  16. Love your poems! I always leave in the morning with my hair wet... despite all the nagging I haven't caught pneumonia yet! (looks for wood to knock)

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  17. Such pretty pictures you've painted with words.

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  18. Sounds chilly. The damp hair, I can't leave the house like that. Plus I blow-dry mine to get a bit of volume.

    I found my lucky blue hat,tho!! Yay, so now I can just toss that on when I'm too lazy to wash my hair. (our little secret, okay??) :)

    xoxo

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  19. Sounds like a beautiful scene.

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  20. Ha! Did that invisible hand give you a push? This is perfect, exactly how icy winter mornings can be....only I didn't have that first frosty step to fall on my boohonkus. I did it purely of my own accord, within the confines of my warm and comfy home. It still hurts!

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  21. I never blow dry my hair, a lot of time it's still wet when I go out.

    Cool Haiku.

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  22. I take a deep breath with your poem--and love it!

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  23. "Cool" haiku, and great story. I felt every word, and shivered along with you. And that was no "accident", was it ;)

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  24. Two outstanding poems. The first for its beauty and the second for its truth.

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  25. I loved the haiku.. I could imagine it so well.. I liked the 'Picture This' too a lot... thanks for sharing..

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
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  26. Wait. You had the camera in hand? Where's the picture? I want to see!

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  27. Though I have been away from it for a long time, I can feel the cold air fill my lungs as I too stop at the top, searching for the footing. Wonderful imagery!

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  28. Ooooohhh... felt the coooool crisp breeze gushing thru' my hair... the warm scent in the cold still air... And I loved it all!!!

    Awesome imagery, Ness!! REFRESHING!!!

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