Bridget has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup, along with a continuation of her 10.10 Anthology celebration, at wee words for wee ones.
Poetry Friday: Morning Walk
Bridget has this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup, along with a continuation of her 10.10 Anthology celebration, at wee words for wee ones.
A(nother) Year of Reading 
So many wonderful sensuous details here, the different lights, the sounds. Lovely walk.
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Your morning walk definitely brought you to your senses, Mary Lee. And delivered it to us in the form of a great poem. 🙂
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Fabulous sensory detail. Esp. love the churr and brrr of cold crickets. 🙂
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Thank you for taking me along on your morning walk, Mary Lee. What a beautiful sky!
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Orion keeping watch… so many beautiful images and details. I’ll be thinking about your poem when I take my walk tomorrow morning!
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I hear those jets early morning, too, Mary Lee, & always daydream about where they all might be going. Thanks for the lovely scene you’ve shared with us!
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Beautiful…just beautiful. I love how you use a word like “and” repeatedly as I would try NOT to do so effectively.
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Mary Lee, your morning walk certainly captured my attention. There are so many sensory details included. The sights and sounds of autumn are set up very nicely in your poem.
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I like the building/connecting imagery in your poem, and I especially like the movement from objects to nature in the last two lines of each stanza. Nice pic too, thanks Mary Lee!
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Thanks for noticing. That’s the point!
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What a gorgeous symphony of sounds, Mary Lee! Especially walnuts thunking!
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So much to love here. I really like the black walnuts thunking though.
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The Anthropocene. This is so subtle, Mary Lee, and that middle stanza with its dominating human overlays, so casually destructive, so that when we come back down to the leaves, the walnuts (I failed to picture them green and petrol-scented and got wrinkled brown shells instead), it’s a bit of a shock. As someone I know would say: well-played, my friend.
Let me know if you want access to my Dodge account so you can see Ellen Bass and Forrest Gander (no Joy Harjo : ( ) talk about ecopoetry. Or we could even zoom and watch it together…
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Thank you, friend. Your heart understood mine. This is not a happy autumn poem. I was aiming for shock.
The hooves are deer! We have quite the urban flock due to several nearby ravines, plus some small woodlots and a water source in the mini-wetland.
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Forgot to ask: whose HOOVES are you hearing on your morning walk?!
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A beautiful blend of imagery and sensory details Mary Lee, all centred around morning. Your poem paints a moment in time.
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Mary Lee, this is such an enjoyable poem. It’s shape and rhythm feel just like a morning walk. The way each stanza started with the footprints of humans and ended with the way we walk alongside nature did not escape my attention.
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I am with you on this walk, the sounds of it all set a rhythm to our feet.
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Wow, this one is an assault on the senses. My hsp self feels the pounding “ands” spooling out, one after the other, jumping at me, creating a raucous interruption to what could have been moments of peace.
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