Winter turns me into a grouch
Keeping words & sweets to myself
I scribble quickly on used paper
As if each letter holds a secret 🔑
The garden outside is a dull statue
As if a thief has stolen all the blooms
As if a baker has thrown all the flour
On table, forgetting measuring cups & left
In a huff, leaving the nuts
to squirrels and nothing for the birds 🐦
Not even his secrets
Was it fresh cinnamon stick or extra lemon
Zest & twist
That made these sweets tinglinG butterY
Warm on my hands...
Melting snowflakes, drawing 😁 😉 😤 😍 💗 💋
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Ooooh, I love this, Grace! Love the emojis and most especially, these four lines:
ReplyDelete"The garden outside is a dull statue
As if a thief has stolen all the blooms
As if a baker has thrown all the flour
On table, forgetting measuring cups & left"
They describe a winter scene just perfectly! :)
I do love those emojis ... what a great addition to a poem (I wonder how they are read out loud)...
ReplyDeletethe parallel between the garden state and the way it affect our minds (keeping the words to ourselves)...
The final word, the drawing says it all. There was a turn in tone the more 'you' gave in to art, the catharsis to your curmudgeon. I also liked how you illustrated (pun intended) how one "as if" could turn into an unchecked series, leading you further away from Zen, the present the clearly you are able to achieve with pen in hand, so to speak.
ReplyDeleteNice line: "As if a thief has stolen all the blooms"
ReplyDeleteThis poem speaks to me, Grace, especially the lines:
ReplyDelete‘I scribble quickly on used paper
As if each letter holds a secret’
and 🔑
‘Was it fresh cinnamon stick or extra lemon
Zest & twist
That made these sweets tinglinG butterY
Warm on my hands...
Melting snowflakes, drawing’.
The first couplet drew me in and "left in a huff, leaving the nuts to squirrels and nothing for the birds" kept me going :D
ReplyDeleteWhat can the poem find inside bleakness & blight, what gift of winter light is sufficient? Ah those flakes ... Dunno about the emojis, there are dancing words for nothing ...
ReplyDeleteI love the baker who left in a huff. LOL, I have had that happen to me a couple of times!
ReplyDeleteAn enchanting and lyrical ride; thanks--rife with many quotable lines, most of which have been noted by others. I come late onto the trail, having found the prompt challenging. This is now one my favorite poems of yours.
ReplyDeleteWinter can sure make some grouchy haha emojis were a nice touch.
ReplyDeleteLoved the metaphor of the baker throwing flour on the table unmeasured. Also all the little doo dads you added are cute!
ReplyDeleteI have read this so many times. I love it, especially the super-cute emojis. :)
ReplyDeleteThis makes me think of a young girl/woman losing her dad. He did the cooking/baking in the family, and now she's left behind, after he died, with incomplete recipes --- now that his hands and fun spirit aren't around to cook with/for her.
Winter makes me grumpy too - love your description.
ReplyDeleteI love how each line beats and ends so sweet! :) Those emojis added an adorable touch!
ReplyDeleteVery fun piece. Love the emoji touches.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Love the turnabout in attitude.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem and love the addition of the emojis.
ReplyDeleteSMiLes Grace This Sounds
ReplyDeleteLike Another "MacArthur's Park"
Song Tree Leaving Out A Special Ingredient Of Life
Dance..:)
A beautiful poem. Grace. Loved visiting with you again.Been a long time. I especially love: 'I scribble quickly on used paper
ReplyDeleteAs if each letter holds a secret.'
Wonderfully descriptive, Grace. “As if a thief has stolen all the blooms”
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write Grace, I love the idea of melting snowflakes drawing emojis in your hands :o) xxx
ReplyDeleteI am late getting round to read. My cardiologist has me on new meds that have making me dizzy, so been difficult reading, sorry!
ReplyDeleteGrace, for me, snow is both a wonderful yet frustrating. I love to see it, DO NOT want to be in it. I can drive an hour east and be in 14 foot of snow anytime - I don't. Like your piece though... :-)