November Dawn
[haiku]
[haiku]
dampened sound
fog invading the morning
invisible hand
Picture This
I ran out the door this morninghair still wet from my shower
coat collar cold and clammy
left shoulder in a Notre Dame hunch
from purse, brief case, camera, lunchbox
I paused on the top stoop
afraid to step
broken bones in my imagination
aching joints in fact
looking for a proper footing
I saw the sugar frosted grass
freckles of white on the roof of my car
clouds reflected in the windshield
sloe and heavy with snow
compressing my perception
I took a deep breath
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I am picturing and I am recognizing myself in the poem.;))
ReplyDeleteHave a great midweek,
xoxo
yeah me too...and wondering at the word play of sloe instead of slow...smiles.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a November morning here in Ontario too. :)
ReplyDeleteYour lines evoke emotions.
ReplyDeletegreat imagery with your words!
ReplyDeleteSensational Haiku Wednesday
A November dawn is emerging here just as I read this. Your words capture it so well.
ReplyDeleteVery nice...I can relate to your words...hope your Wednesday is wonderful. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the thought of freckles of white...beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteOh, i like that writing.
ReplyDeleteThe haiku is awesome too
Great job!! You are a wonderful writer!!
ReplyDeleteyour Haiku is almost eerie (fog does that to me I guess)good thing I am not reading Stephen King right now LOL!
ReplyDeleteI could feel the chill of the morn...and see it all unfolding. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteAre you still holding your deep breath ?? :)
ReplyDeleteVery easy to picture thanks to your skillful word-painting.
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ah this made me take a deep breath too - beautiful description - sugar frosted grass...freckles of white..nice
ReplyDelete...but you shouldn't run out of the house with wet hair when it's cold...i always tell my kids...
Well-versed poetry, Nessa. Thanks for stopping by my blog from My Life in Jenga's Swing by Sunday blog hop. http://eastlynandcompany.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteLoved the "left shoulder in a Notre Dame hunch" part - brilliant!
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot, even if you did remind me of the inevitable coming of snow.
Love your poems! I always leave in the morning with my hair wet... despite all the nagging I haven't caught pneumonia yet! (looks for wood to knock)
ReplyDeleteSuch pretty pictures you've painted with words.
ReplyDeleteloved your haiku
ReplyDeleteGood haiku. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds chilly. The damp hair, I can't leave the house like that. Plus I blow-dry mine to get a bit of volume.
ReplyDeleteI found my lucky blue hat,tho!! Yay, so now I can just toss that on when I'm too lazy to wash my hair. (our little secret, okay??) :)
xoxo
Sounds like a beautiful scene.
ReplyDeleteHa! Did that invisible hand give you a push? This is perfect, exactly how icy winter mornings can be....only I didn't have that first frosty step to fall on my boohonkus. I did it purely of my own accord, within the confines of my warm and comfy home. It still hurts!
ReplyDeleteI never blow dry my hair, a lot of time it's still wet when I go out.
ReplyDeleteCool Haiku.
I take a deep breath with your poem--and love it!
ReplyDelete"Cool" haiku, and great story. I felt every word, and shivered along with you. And that was no "accident", was it ;)
ReplyDeleteTwo outstanding poems. The first for its beauty and the second for its truth.
ReplyDeleteVery cool. I like this. :)
ReplyDeleteI loved the haiku.. I could imagine it so well.. I liked the 'Picture This' too a lot... thanks for sharing..
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Wonderful poetry...
ReplyDeleteforgone and forgotten
Wait. You had the camera in hand? Where's the picture? I want to see!
ReplyDeleteThough I have been away from it for a long time, I can feel the cold air fill my lungs as I too stop at the top, searching for the footing. Wonderful imagery!
ReplyDeleteOoooohhh... felt the coooool crisp breeze gushing thru' my hair... the warm scent in the cold still air... And I loved it all!!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome imagery, Ness!! REFRESHING!!!