This morning is
a black carnation;
slightly bent
it’s dying in
the January drizzle.
I’m tossed
and turned
at the mercy
of the cruel clouds
and have to shawl
myself
before the daylight
crumbles into
bedside pensive
poems.
Linked to Sanaa’s prompt at toads.
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January 4, 2018
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Such a beautiful, tender and evocative close on this one, Bjorn! ❤️Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 😀
I smiled, Bjorn. Someplace in the either I have an unorthodox bedtime also. I’m going to google the word, ‘shawl’, it is new to me.
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Oops, Spellcheck rebelled on ‘the “ether”. Sorry
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Oh, I have had black carnation mornings… I am not a sweetling on rising. 🙂
kaykuala
before the daylight
crumbles into
bedside pensive poems.
Has to be hurriedly done before it gets dark. Some situations are imposed with such precisions
Hank
I love your economic use of words in this poem, Bjorn. It makes the list words more prominent and I really appreciate how they inform the theme of the poem.
The ending alliteration adds warmth to the chilling rain, leaves me thinking that even it the cold is biting… yum will come.
Also, perfect for this January.
this is extremely evocative Bjorn – it resonates with the absolute dreariness of January – and your use of shawl as a verb is most excellent – startling, refreshing and it adds just the right note of resignation with hope … because oh, how easy it is to despair when spring seems so far away and it seems like all of the old (of the past) is still howling into the new year.
I think you’ve done an excellent job with the word list – this small poem has incredible impact.
Especially love that ending!
“shawling” oneself is cool… bespeaks the gray days of January…