Grace @ Everyday Amazing
Monday
7:20 am
Cars & trucks trudge to the city,
Like newspaper with old news, free in the stands--
The morning rush steeps of tea, constant blandness
9:28 am
The manager asks for your opinion
You weigh your words, like an old monk,
Knowing it will not make a difference
10: 52 am
Outside your window
Snowflakes cling on branches
Like starched petticoats, refusing to melt
12:45 pm
Inside the Tim Horton’s coffee stop,
Three men compare notes, creased & dotted
With cream, refusing to drain their cups
4:40 pm
A car passenger asks for directions
You draw your words on paper & snow-dusted window-
Knowing it will make a difference
6:40 pm
You inhale the kitchen: aromatic dish & freshly cooked rice,
Even burnt cookies by your daughter smells like fresh apples--
The night drapes a warm blanket, settled words.
6:40 pm
You inhale the kitchen: aromatic dish & freshly cooked rice,
Even burnt cookies by your daughter smells like fresh apples--
The night drapes a warm blanket, settled words.
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Like newspaper with old news...nice description...also the manager asking for an opinion you know will mean nothing...glad you know the directions will...and enjoy the bit of comfort when you finally get home as well...smiles...cool on the snapshots you used to build you day grace...like much...
ReplyDeleteLOL love the old monk remark, as that is so true. I don't know why they even ask. Fresh apples you say too? My you have some nose haha nice romp through the day at your bay.
ReplyDeleteI love your descriptions here. I also love how you added the time stamps. This is beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed very much the short poems about various times of your day. After the hustle - bustle of the day of work, how blissful to come home to delicious kitchen scents & the soft blanket of night!
ReplyDelete...i like this that goes like a journal or diary jotting down your vivid observation about the environment you lived in... nicely Grace... smiles...
ReplyDeleteLove the details and the comfort you find at home..the burnt cookies smelling like fresh apples. Love that! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you described according to the timestamps ... well done !!!
ReplyDeleteLovely (and so creative) sharing of your day, Grace. I especially like the 2nd and 3rd ones.
ReplyDeleteadore the imagery all through and the warming conclusion especially..'The night drapes a warm blanket, settled words' -- very beautiful and poetic, Grace.
ReplyDeletei loved the delineation of life is humanity..tell me how your burnt cookies changed your life?? How your daughter made it all worth it..thank you
ReplyDeleteYou always leave me with a smile and a refreshed mind.. great poem.
ReplyDeleteAll that! I love the personification of the cars and trucks trudging toward the city, you weighing your words (useless at 9:48, essential at 4:4), and seeing the night blanket as settled words. Gosh. Depends on the domain, I guess.
ReplyDeleteLove the welcoming--how even something burnt becomes beautiful and something savored--once you are home.
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace love this diary... put into art.
ReplyDeleteThe manager asks for your opinion
You weigh your words, like an old monk,
Knowing it will not make a difference
Many including myself can relate for sure.
Well at least I know you're a fellow Canadian eh:
Inside the Tim Horton’s coffee stop,
Poem meets journal. I like it.
ReplyDeleteWhat poetry of a single day. And I love the repetition of making difference. Giggles on that. :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful format! I love the line "The morning rush steeps of tea, constant blandness". I hear that. And what a beautiful ending to the day.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending to this. There's nothing like home.
ReplyDelete12:45 pm -- that is a strong image, very well done!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful snapshots of these moments in a day. Lovely to read.
ReplyDeleteLove that even the burnt cookie from your daughter smelled good.
ReplyDeleteI really loved this! Great write. I didnt think it would flow so well with time stamps but man was I wrong!
ReplyDeleteReally liked the way you highlighted the moments and how we can sometimes feel that we are all just part of a machine, whilst in those simple giving directions moments we remember we do matter :-)
ReplyDeletecool snapshots of the day grace...esp. loved the snowflakes like starched petticoats...and good to know what makes a difference..
ReplyDeleteI can see this entry being repeated for most of the week...
ReplyDeleteNice meditation on a day in the life.... especially loved the last line... it wraps your day and puts it to bed!
ReplyDeleteWord Play
I love the poetic peek inside your day!!
ReplyDeleteA winter day goes by, very nice and I just adored this stanza..
ReplyDelete".Outside your window
Snowflakes cling on branches
Like starched petticoats, refusing to melt" just lovely!
10:52 is my favorite stanza in a poem with many great frames. I love the format and the fact you feel more of a difference outside the office than inside. I like very much!
ReplyDeleteA very nice troll through your day, Grace!
ReplyDeleteHaha! Lost an "s" there! A most unfortunate typo!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this one especially the format and references to the time of day. This is a unique interesting piece.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed following you through your day,, such a creative piece of poetry and so much I can identify with but the words are uniquely yours. I always love the ending of a day,, now that I'm retired it's when I cuddle down into my bed.
ReplyDeleteSounds like home represents peace for you which is awesome. I love the ending here. The scents in my grandmother's kitchen always make me smile
ReplyDeletea lovely walk through a wintery day. I enjoyed the images you present. I'm particularly fond of the last lines in each...something about the just stikes a perfect note.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely Grace, love so much.
ReplyDelete(Is ricotta cheese Grace:))
I really like these:
ReplyDelete"The morning rush steeps of tea, constant blandness"
"You weigh your words, like an old monk,
Knowing it will not make a difference"
"Three men compare notes, creased & dotted
With cream, refusing to drain their cups"
This is sooooo lovely Grace. The poet's view of the world is a gift. :)
ReplyDeleteLoved the cross section of the day...and the starched petticoats...beatiful images! thanks.
ReplyDeleteSomethign is always there to cheer for in a aday...be it it a moody monday going through a mindane routine..as simple as burnt cookies by dotty...or giving directions....cosying into a warm blanket with hope for the next day...:) simply superb!
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, different voice
ReplyDeleteYet, I hear similar sentiments.
Lucky you, lucky me - to know you.
And your photography is amazing. I know. Because when I was in Canada, while the country was just as beautiful - I could never take photos like this!
ReplyDeleteoh I really like this Grace. The time/journal like entry style is fantastic, really like the pure randomness to the entries as well. The temptation, at least it would've been this way for me, is probably to have gone with set increments of time, yet you didn't do that and I think the piece is so much stronger for it. Love the quick details, snippets of info, imagery and reflection within each. Gotta love those double doubles, haven't won yet, believe it or not, 10 cups and not even a dumb donut :) Hope you had better luck and I just love the burnt cookies smelling like apples, such a cool line. Thanks, very nicely done here.
ReplyDeletenice imagery. love how you say what you say matters not to a store manager but matters much to the guy asking for directions. the time slots are a masterful touch. like the 6 40 one the best- the settled words that are draped over like a warm blanket- niice :)
ReplyDeleteGrace,
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea for structure! Each of the stanzas have identity and life of their own, like different pages of a diary. Nice job.
It could make a difference if you said something not so appropriate for work. ha!
ReplyDeleteGrace, you have a window at work? Cool. I had fifteen foot garage bay doors and when that cold got to me, no foreman would dare approach to ask me anything. I was cold a lot, they learned to leave me alone a lot. After all what good is imparting technical information to people who would not understand it?
ReplyDeleteI too love this structure...refreshing and different, flowing through the hours until time ends and you get home. Wonderfully done.
This was one of my favorites, Grace. I love how you appreciated making a difference for a stranger and then welcomed being home.
ReplyDeleteLove the time stamps Grace ~ cool
ReplyDeleteHi Grace,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing these poetic snippets of life. A manager who won't listen and a stranger who does - we've all experienced these people in our lives.
Love this series Grace. Fellow Canadian's always capture a home feel so very well.
ReplyDeleteDarn! Canadians...love typos.
DeleteI LOVE this! So creative and well done, Grace!
ReplyDeleteVery cool and interesting to read... Loved it!
ReplyDeleteGrace, this is so lovely. And the ending so cozy, made me want to make a cup of tea. Loved the snowflakes like starched petticoats refusing to melt :-)
ReplyDeleteA good day, I believe. :-)
ReplyDeleteof course you can use all you need Grace:))
ReplyDeletelove the ending line, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLoved your winter notes Grace
ReplyDelete"Even burnt cookies by your daughter smells like fresh apples"
Ahh!! touching line :) :D
beautiful piece!! I love the timelines and very pointed and distinct happenings to mark the days progress. The old men who compared notes, dotted and creased with cream, down to the blanket warmth of home...Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThe day-planner concept of this is just brilliant! Love it, love it. ~peace, Jason
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