Monday, September 7, 2020

autumn's bed

 

i palm daffodil bulbs with shrivelled 

leaves


it is time:

spading the rain-soaked soil,

i seed golden orbs with roots


on black-thumbed bed, 

underneath roses

threading death-stoned husks


night blankets quickly as sunlight 

mellows-

i mutter spring's magic


on wooden fence, chickadees are

eavesdropping 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, eavesdropping.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

29 comments:

  1. I find this so sweet with the chickadees sitting there... eavesdropping, though I imagine that they will be there even when spring comes and the snow is melting

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  2. Absolutely beautiful. Oh, wow!

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  3. How lovely Grace! Daffodils are one of my favorites but they do not thrive here. I used to grow them when I lived in Texas.

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  4. utterly charming Grace- and such a sweet use of the prompt

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  5. Love your details here.....and the chickadees as eavesdroppers - perfect. This description is beautiful "night blankets quickly as sunlight mellows-".

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  6. That’s a bed I’d grow in if I were a flower, Grace. In the midst of leaves falling and the Earth preparing for winter, most people forget that autumn is the time for planting spring bulbs. I love the feeling of bulbs in my hands and the thought of the secrets inside them. I love the juxtaposition of ‘golden orbs with roots’ and roses – the not-yet-flowering with the end-of-season blossoms – and those chickadees eavesdropping made me smile.

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  7. Gorgeously rendered, Grace!💝 I so love; "the rain-soaked soil," and the image of chickadees eavesdropping.

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  8. I love that the 'chickadees are eavesdropping' here, and that you 'mutter spring's magic' giving us hope of new life from old.

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  9. Lovely images. Happy Monday

    much 💝 love

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  10. The eavesdropping at the end gives this a sense of hush, as if the narrator is doing something mysterious and secret.

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  11. Beautiful image you create here Grace.

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  12. I love those eavesdropping chickadees! You have captured the sweet essence of spring’s magic beautifully!!

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  13. You took us right to the garden, and the chickadees watched it all. Charming and delightful!

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  14. What a lovely pastoral image you've painted in your words. I love those eavesdropping chickadees!

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  15. I believe that chickadees and their feathered friends are eavesdropping the moment you step outside your door. Wonderful imagery in your poem, Grace.

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  16. I love the sensory and visual sweep of this piece, and esp the final focus on the chickadees. Zoomeriffic.

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  17. Lovely lyrical piece Grace - the birds eavesdropping is a wonderful painterly touch - and all those melancholy dark tones - 'black-thumbed bed' - so clever, so good.

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  18. Love the detail of the chickadees. I can just hear them rustling their feathers and twittering among themselves.

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  19. Black-thumbed instead of green fits fall...love the final touch of chickadees eavesdropping!

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  20. I love the birds eavesdropping on the fence.

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  21. How beautiful, and timely. I have oodles of bulbs to plant. You make me itch to get my hands dirty, Grace. :)

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  22. I love this. I can picture the chickadees eavesdropping and you muttering spring. Very nice.

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  23. The chickadees eavesdropping is delightful. I can't help but wonder what the birds think of us sometimes.

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  24. The imagery is wonderful. I could almost post smell the autumn soil. Lovely 🙂

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  25. This is very nice Grace. Planting bulbs and the chickadees eavesdropping. What a great image!

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  26. on wooden fence,
    chickadees are
    eavesdropping

    They are just as happy to welcome Spring again!

    Hank

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  27. Ohhhhh. This makes me want to plunge both hands into the earth, and just sit and listen...

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  28. A beautiful poem of Spring's pending magic. Lovely.

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