Monday, February 25, 2019

i offer no resistance




to mighty wind sweeping
rising tides & swirling snow flurries-
i offer globe of lilies

to black birds that disappeared
in shadows of bloomless shrubs-
i offer pockets of seeds

forecast reads:
sky of roaring lions, clouds of restless starlings-
i sip my chocolate





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  Quadrille is 44 word post, with the chosen word, SIP.  Last night, we had a snow blowing advisory with Flurries and strong westerly winds with gusts of 70 to 100 km/h.

26 comments:

  1. Blessed is that cup of warmth on a day like that... love such a sip

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  2. I really like poems that follow on from their titles, Grace, and this one works well. The wind and swirling snow flurries have passed us by, so far, and we've had unusually high temperatures for the time of year. We still had the rising tides though. Sipping chocolate is comforting, especially when birds disappear.

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  3. We've got your high winds today in Boston. I shall be sipping on a glass of wine at 5 tonight....probably still listenting to the whistling winds. I can imagine trying to plant a packet of seed in these winds....they would truly spread far and wide!

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  4. This is vivid! Nice write.

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  5. This is glorious. I love the weather images. It's wonderful.

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  6. Take a sip and let all else take seed.

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  7. What a stunning narrative this is, Grace!❤️ Especially love; "clouds of restless starlings." Woww!

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  8. You sound like a contented soul in the middle of winter. Love the hot chocolate sipping!

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  9. i like the detachment a plate of glass brings

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  10. I love that sip! Very windy here today!

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  11. Regardless of, the poetic fires within, most of us need the warmth and detachment to fully reflect on the tumult beyond our windows. Our snow is gone at the moment, but more of the wicked stuff is expected this week.

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  12. I love how the sip at the end creates a safe haven of warmth, sheltered from the storm...or even snubbing it!

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  13. I would certainly hide inside on such a day!

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  14. Great imagery. The winds of March are on their way.

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  15. Loved “i offer globe of lilies to black birds that disappeared”...

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  16. I really like the turn to the forecast and your chocolate Grace.

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  17. Sipping chocolate sounds delightfully cozy.

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  18. Love the peaceful ending to a tumultuous scene.

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  19. I like the thought of offering seeds to the blackbirds in parallel with sipping chocolate.

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  20. YeS How We Sip Circumstances
    Slowly When Hands/Feet of Action
    Rise
    Quickly
    To Save
    All New
    Occasion..:)

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  21. A beautiful write Grace, I love how you let the weather be and enjoy that sip of hot chocolate ����

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  22. Nothing like a warm cup of chocolate to get through the winter weather.

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  23. Beautiful descriptions of the fickleness, harshness of weather and the acceptance expressed in that final line.

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  24. This is a lovely murmuration. Grace. The quadrille is the frame for the substance of the title, is this peace or acquiescence? Is there a difference? Late strolling the Quadrilles, this was a gentle treat.

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