Monday, March 26, 2018

eggs for spring breakfast







dawn is whipping up sky in 
bluesy pink hues

in my sleep, i hear birdsongs &
squirrels chasing away shadows

and egging me to rise
flinging away the lingering winter chill

and push my tiny green fingertip up-
a spring bud above cold soil





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Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille, hosted by Kim M.  Russell.  This is post of 44 words, with the word - egg.  See you at 3pm EST.  

25 comments:

  1. A beautiful song of the hope hidden within Spring's coming.

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  2. I love the story in here... wonderful with those green fingertips... they have started to come here... yesterday it felt a bit like spring.

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  3. That's a great title, Grace, for a Quadrille that evokes early morning, springtime feelings. My favourite lines:
    '...egging me to rise
    flinging away the lingering winter chill

    and push my tiny green fingertip up-
    a spring bud above cold soil'.

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  4. First to appear is always a thrill.

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  5. I like the phrase "push my tiny green fingertip up".

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  6. Such a glorious ode to spring, Grace!💖

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  7. lovely light touch in these fingertipped lines - 'squirrels chasing away shadows' - ahh!

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  8. The waking, morning, spring and new shoots—lovely!

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  9. Oh, delicious - those green finger tips. An image of hope and resilience, and a perfect description of those first questing stalks.

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  10. Trying to wake up on through, as spring wants to spring.

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  11. Your piece is a lovely reminder that Spring will eventually come.

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  12. Love it! That, is a Crocus, one of my favorite flowers. In Indiana, they come up through the snow. What a peaceful life as a plant doing what's needed.

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  13. It's hard to tell just when Spring breaks. Sometimes it just crawls back inside the shell.

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  14. Hope and spring - beautifully expressed :)

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  15. I wish, I would see some green push up through the cold soil. It's been a long winter.

    Great use of egg in this part.

    and egging me to rise
    flinging away the lingering winter chill

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  16. A cool tribute to spring. So light and happy.

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  17. and push my tiny green fingertip up-
    a spring bud above cold soil


    Wonderful coming of Spring is always awaited for. Very much so, Grace!

    Hank

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  18. Tiny spring fingertip--endearing and with great complementing photo!

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  19. The first line is great and gives so much momentum for the poem, the day, the season.
    "dawn is whipping up sky"
    like a joyful mother in the early morning, making a hearty breakfast for her dearest, and singing all the while.

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  20. Ah, to take on the voice of the crocus awakening and popping up from its cold duvet of soil....Love it! :) Wonderful perspective here.

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  21. Ah that's what spring is really and truly all about!

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  22. I love the sight of bulb flowers making their first spring appearance, a "spring bud above cold soil."

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  23. Beautiful imagery, coming together to compose a story of a Spring awakening! Perfect, Grace!

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  24. Spring comes to life in this quadrille and I love it. I wanted to stay forever in the first two lines...the image of dawn whipping up the sky in pastel colours was so vivid and creative.

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  25. I adore your poetry and phrasing, Grace.

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