Monday, December 4, 2017

push that button!



snow flurries 
                  tumbled on roof, 
caking windows in 
                  light frost 
dawn comes with blanket, soft, 
                   cinnamon-scented

 i dash through oatmeal 
                  with my lunch bag 
insert (time to reflect) 
                  poetry along train stops-
scribbling waylaid verses
                  pickled new
roping flow & rhythm- 
                  it's crunch time!



Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille -44 word post with the word, CRUNCH.  
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28 comments:

  1. ✿December 4, 2017 at 11:54 AM

    Ooh, I really like this, Grace:

    "dawn comes with blanket, soft, 
                       cinnamon-scented

    i dash through oatmeal 
                      with my lunch bag"

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  2. TLCDecember 4, 2017 at 1:11 PM

    wonderful!

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  3. VictoriaDecember 4, 2017 at 2:25 PM

    I experienced this with you, Grace. I don't miss work but still find myself making action plans, of sort, and invent deadlines. Descriptions are amazing.

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  4. brudbergDecember 4, 2017 at 2:29 PM

    Love the thought of poetry written in breaks... Love your railway writings.

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  5. Pat HattDecember 4, 2017 at 3:02 PM

    Have to get it in before the crunch consumes

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  6. De JacksonDecember 4, 2017 at 3:08 PM

    So much gorgeous language here, Grace. I love
    "dawn comes with blanket, soft,
    cinnamon-scented"

    and the delicious surprise of the word "pickled" here:
    "pickled new
    roping flow & rhythm"

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  7. tonispencerDecember 4, 2017 at 3:08 PM

    I do love your train poems Grace. I especially love cinnamon scented...gorgeous.

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  8. Kim M. RussellDecember 4, 2017 at 3:12 PM

    Snap! I wrote my poem over the weekend and hadn't seen yours until I'd posted mine - and we have used the same words: crunch time!
    I love the movement of the snow: flurries, tumbled, caking, and it's cinnamon-scented!

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  9. Vivian ZemsDecember 4, 2017 at 3:16 PM

    I love the way you describe the snow.
    My fav line : "dawn comes with blanket, soft, cinnamon-scented"

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  10. AnonymousDecember 4, 2017 at 3:23 PM

    Love the dash of waylaid verses Grace - and the stop/start structure of the poem

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  11. Jane DoughertyDecember 4, 2017 at 3:54 PM

    I admire you for snatching moments like that and capturing them.

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  12. Alison HDecember 4, 2017 at 4:53 PM

    I love that you manage to capture these moments in amongst the rush.

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  13. Glenn ButtkusDecember 4, 2017 at 5:10 PM

    Writing in fits, starts & breaks is admirable, but I would loose my train of thought. Being retired 7 years now I'm surprised that appointments & errands create deadlines of their own. Tour ability to keep cohesion despite breaking up the writing time is way cool.

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  14. Whippet Wisdom BlogDecember 4, 2017 at 5:19 PM

    A beautiful write Grace, I especially love 'dawn comes with blanket, soft,cinnamon-scented' xxx

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  15. Wendy BourkeDecember 4, 2017 at 5:36 PM

    Your words are sublime ... visual and beyond.

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  16. Frank HubenyDecember 4, 2017 at 5:36 PM

    What I scribble in my notebook often gets waylaid as well--or forgotten.

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  17. XDecember 4, 2017 at 5:55 PM

    I feel you. Today has been a tumble kinda day from the get-go and its still not over. Finally about to head home from work. Scribbled nothing in the notebook.

    Did have an amazing apple fritter for breakfast on the way out the door.

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  18. Frank J. TassoneDecember 4, 2017 at 10:38 PM

    poetry is a fine occasion for crunch time!

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  19. kaykualaDecember 4, 2017 at 11:29 PM

    scribbling waylaid verses
    pickled new
    roping flow & rhythm-
    it's crunch time!

    Things sure move at a fast pace. Not easy for poetry to readily catch up! You caught the right mood, Grace!

    Hank

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  20. Feelings and FreedomDecember 5, 2017 at 1:15 AM

    Wonderful! Cinnamon scented dawn lures me to have a cup of cinnamon tea :)

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  21. sarahDecember 5, 2017 at 1:41 AM

    You capture that morning rush so well.

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  22. MiskyDecember 5, 2017 at 6:58 AM

    Such precious moments captured. Lovely.

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  23. AnotherFearlessYear.netDecember 5, 2017 at 4:03 PM

    What a fun take on the prompt. I love this line: "scribbling waylaid verses."

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  24. Pat RDecember 6, 2017 at 12:44 AM

    I'm really liking the feel of this. I can truly relate to the scribblibg. Only, i do it on my phone. A nice one.

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  25. ImeldaDecember 6, 2017 at 9:46 PM

    You pictured the morning rash very well. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  26. Merril D. SmithDecember 8, 2017 at 8:04 AM

    I especially like "dawn comes with blanket, soft,
    cinnamon-scented."
    I like the rhythm of this, too--hurried, like "crunch time."

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  27. MNL (Cactus Haiku)December 12, 2017 at 5:29 AM

    i like the way the words play with time -- fast movements, slowing, fast,slow-- reminds me of the 2 beat sound of the old trains
    flurry .. comes (soft)...dash .. time to reflect ... scribbling .. flow ... crunch time

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  28. vaiyboraDecember 13, 2017 at 1:40 AM

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