Saturday, February 9, 2013

winter morning


Grace @ Everyday Amazing 


morning dawns in white 
icicles,  dangling like sharp spears from
brown-tiled roof, winter seeps colder than ever   

veiling the trees, bare 
and seedless, in muted symphony - pristine   
as morning dawns in white

sky heaves in palest pink 
and lavender clouds, slowly melting the
icicles, dangling like sharp spears from 

my window, crusted in sprinkled crystals--   
all is quiet, not a bird nor squirrel scampering the
brown-tiled roof, winter seeps colder than ever  



Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Chained Rhyme: Cascade - Hosted by Hedgewitch ~  A cascade is a poem where each line of the first stanza serves in sequence as the last line of the following stanzas.

36 comments:

  1. smiles...i love the hush of snow and storm...it stills the world...like that last stanza...the sharp spears and veils are both great touches in this as well grace...

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    1. We were blasted by severe winter storm, so everything outside is white and icy ~

      Thanks for the visit Brian ~

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  2. This is beautiful ... you touched the coldness of winter perfectly !!!

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    1. It is very cold here ~ Thanks for the visit GS ~

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  3. This is lovely, Grace--full of a spirit of Nature and winter, and you use the form as it was meant, a contemplative, soothing almost, repeating of lines like a waterfall which never runs dry. I especially like the idea of winter seeping...really describes the insidiousness of cold...thanks for participating.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely challenge Joy ~ I must write another cascade poem ~

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  4. Wow, most meditative as the "winter seeps colder." You reminded me that this is the prompt I have been looking forward to. Yours is like walking down steps for breakfast and standing mesmerized in front of the kitchen window before turning on the light.

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    1. I went out into the cold morning and my feet froze despite the boots...brrr..... Looking forward to yours, Susan ~

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  5. I can see the colors of that sky, wonderful images

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  6. Liked especially "dangling like sharp spears"-such a clear image of the winter scene you describe Grace. Lovely work.

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  7. This is stunning, Grace! You worked the form to perfection and definitely put a good slant on winter.

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  8. Absolutely beautiful.. the majesty of winter described to such perfection..

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  9. A very pretty poem, a great use of form. k.

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  10. Captured the scene wonderfully, as winter may suck but you bring it to life. Te squirrels are smart enough to hide.

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  11. Yours is beautiful!
    Well done Grace, I want to try again :D

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  12. Beautifully captured! I can feel the cold!

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  13. Beautiful winter poem! I love this, and the picture is perfect for it.

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  14. oh, beautiful and you surely chose the perfect line to end it. very nice! and stay warm :)

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  15. all is quiet - not a bird nor squirrel - so true during the cold of winter!

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  16. Brrrr. I can feel the winter in your poem. Lovely images!

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  17. You are a master of the tercet form, and this idea of cascading lines suits your style perfectly.

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  18. Beautiful description of what winter is ........

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  19. This has a meditative and soothing poetic rhythm, lovely. Stay warm :)

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  20. Oh, so icy, cold, wintry, snowy....

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  21. you make the storm seem like such a wonderful thing

    journey with a new friend

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  22. Very beautiful - and wintry - I see on the news you are getting hammered over there. Keep warm!

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  23. Snow snuffs out the sound and leaves nature for a few moments mute...love the poem. Keep safe and warm!

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  24. You and I are doing something similar with colors, but your core verse is so much more gentle and gorgeous! I had no imagination for putting the paint on my pallet.

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  25. Your imagery is perfect all throughout the poem. Very well done.

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  26. Can someone please write a summer poem for now. And not a distant summer to come. If I had two houses and an airplane I'd be in OZ in the summer and America in the summer. Oh well cold hands (thoughts) warm heart.

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  27. Oh, I love the snow! There is truly nothing like waking up to some crisp winter air ... and the icicles outside of your window.

    Emily
    A Day in Durham

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  28. This is a lovely form to follow; a somewhat similiar but much shortened form of the pantoum.
    You captured winter perfectly!

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