Outlook

A stray bare branch
raps against teary, dreary panes
I tap the barometer

rain-no-change its outlook
I’m looking out, a stir-crazy lady
gardener stuck in an indoor mire

mired in mud, daffodils
have raised swathes of souffle-lemon
I’ve a taste of things to come

Joining De in her 44 word count quadrille: Stir

36 Comments on “Outlook

  1. Nice! stir crazy did come to mind but my poem had a mind of its own today

    much love…

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  2. Oh, delicious. Such bright yellow spring anticipation shines throughout this.

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  3. Lovely imagery here – ‘the swathes of soufflé’… – is a ripper – and the repetition of mire/mired across the stanzas is so clever – it’s like opening a window…terrific stuff.

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    • many thanks for this Peter – I especially like your ‘opening a window’ given the cloistered atmosphere of the first 2 stanzas- just as I hoped the poem sounded

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    • thanks Victoria -I wanted something different to yellow and souffle came to mind especially with all that yellow now rising out of the ground 😉
      p.s. Yay! we are united in our desire to get out there and get our hands dirty again

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  4. I love this part best:

    mired in mud, daffodils
    have raised swathes of souffle-lemon
    I’ve a taste of things to come

    Spring season is glorious!

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  5. So glad those daffodils, and the crocus and heather, go about their business blooming even when we can’t get out into the garden. Nice capture of the feeling of being stir-crazy.

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  6. “mired in mud, daffodils
    have raised swathes of souffle-lemon”

    I love your use of language. The quote above is outstanding.

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  7. Beautiful poem and photo, Laura! Love the bright color and light. 🙂

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