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Monday, April 10, 2017

When Time Stops and Nothing Breathes



Today's drizzle
projected my sadness
onto my garden.
Rose petals shed
shamelessly in the breeze.
Seasons stopped in
gray seriousness;
music ceased.
Grisly clouds crouched
near the fence, as the
cats cowered and
forgot to breathe.
I turned back
counting my steps
and shuddered.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon - 4.10.17
posted @dversepoets for 44 word
Quadrille

22 comments:

  1. Bleak dreary day with these lines:

    Seasons stopped in
    gray seriousness;
    music ceased.

    Hope you are well ~ Hugs ~

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    1. Much better Grace. Thanks for commenting.

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  2. A drizzle can chill one's spirits. I liked the phrase "forgot to breathe" which implies tension that such a rain could bring even to the cats.

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  3. Though it is muted and the metaphor has a wide range of interpretations, this is meant as a commentary on the national mood these days. Not too political I hope.

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  4. I can sense the change in season, it feels like a dark time. Your imagery reflects the mood.

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    1. Thank you. Good to see you again. Thanks for coming by!

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  5. I could feel the grisly gray drizzle in my bones reading this...

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  6. Thanks Lynn. Good to see you again!

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  7. I liked the reflection of thoughts into nature, emphasizing the dismal mood.
    Great to see you. Thanks for joining in, Gay.

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  8. Thanks for hosting Mish. I know it's been a while. I can't say how it'll be going forward but hopefully I can find my voice again. (smiles)

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  9. I love your Quadrille of pathetic fallacy, Gay, especially 'Seasons stopped in
    gray seriousness'!

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    1. Exactly. Thanks for your comments and coming by.

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  10. As you said, we are of a mind. Beautifully expressed here.

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  11. We see our emotions reflected in the elements. Not a good day to feel miserable. Not even for cats.

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    1. Yes, quite right. Thanks for stopping by!

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  12. The grim side of drizzle is beautifully described here. Fool that I am, I like to walk in a soft drizzle, and see the other side!

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    1. Thank you. Appreciate your comments. I like to walk in fog, drizzle & rain too.

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  13. the sadness expressed if so beautifully expressed. I turned back counting my steps - was like looking for when mistakes could have been avoided.

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  14. Nicely created, building up bit by bit.

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  15. A lovely piece. Since I live in the high mountain desert now, I miss those deary gray drizzlie days, I realize I love them....I grow weary of sunshine....

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