The start of every day
is different, yet the same:
peer through un-curtained window
assess the sky for promise,
set mood and expectations..
Agenda similar, routine unvaried
until I’m out there,
eyes everywhere
glorying in small shy hedgerow flowers
or exuberance of roses round cottage door;
mighty mounds of cumulus,
wispy streaks of cirrus
or smooth unblemished blue.
I stop to chat to Monsieur X
in his antiquated wheelchair,
taking the air each day on his front step.
I wave at les gars as I pass the bar –
is that Monsieur le Maire I spot?
Which way at the crossroads?
I glance at church clock
for permission to choose the wild path
or admonition to hurry home.
Wild path it is.
I trudge through mud
of tractor tracks,
tangled jumble of bramble,
swerve and duck
or,
if I’ve remembered the secateurs,
snip.
Sniff the scent of grass and flowers,
and if I’ve remembered my hearing aids,
savour insect buzz and trilling birdsong.
Stare
at a hole at base of tree stump,
trace the track through overgrowth
wondering who or what lives there.
My exercise, daily the same,
yet ever different.
This rambling effusion was originally written for Tuesday’s Poetics prompt at dVerse, but I was too late to post, largely because I couldn’t make up my mind as to the form the poem should take. There are elements of formal poetry – alliteration, assonance, consonance and rhyme – but the words kept coming and it needs some serious shrinking. Maybe, given more time, I will discipline it into, eg, a sonnet (my favourite form). Meanwhile, I have linked it to the dVerse prompt from Brian Ens, on prosody.
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I like how you took us through your day….so contemplative and lovely. Nature gives us different gifts every day.
My word of the day…”secateurs”…I had to look it up! Thank you.
Ironically, I used them a lot today in the garden. 🙂
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Ah.. the seasons of change remind us humans that now is always different
and unique to cherish as nature’s change as well…
Ah.. the forms of home.. and car..
and dollar bills do stay
static in a past now
illusion.. that takes
us away from a
morning walk
of life
renew..:)
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So beautiful. I love these lines:
“glorying in small shy hedgerow flowers”
“mighty mounds of cumulus”
“I glance at church clock for permission to choose the wild path”
“I trudge through mud of tractor tracks, tangled jumble of bramble, swerve and duck or, if I’ve remembered the secateurs, snip.”
This is so good, Viv!
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It definitely has a stream of conciousness, or an in the moment feel as you take us on that first walk with you. You may find several poems within it, if you are willing to break it apart a bit. Its the little differences that make each day special to me.
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I think you are right. Thank you for your visit.
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Not a problem.
Doesnt seem many do, visit that is. Only 8 out of the 21 I visited. I guess that is the nature of online poetry and poetry “communities” though. Perhaps I just have not found the right forum though.
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Haven’t you propped the bar up at the dVerse Poets’ Pub? Many like-minded poets there!
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Thank you for allowing me take this walk with you. I think that the fresh air, adventure and the ability to be whoever you want to be when you are with Nature is better than so many other distractions. 🙂
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I LOVE walking with you, Viv!! What a lovely time this was…thank you!! ♥
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Come again
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:)! I sure will…this time of year is proving busy again…hard to believe another school year is winding to an end!
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Wonderful description of the ordinary — but not so ordinary — full of eyes-wide-open
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I’m glad you took us on this walk with you. And glad you posted for Thursday. An everyday routine that is nothing like “every day”…different, charming, interesting…your free form is most admirable in that while free, it is also contained and not allowed to go wild like an invasive plant, obliterating everything around it. Thank you for this lovely write.
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I love your simile!
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Huge grin….
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Beautiful, Viv. I was walking with you. 🙂
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How far do you walk each day, Viv? >
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about a kilometer (very slowly), two on a good day
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Well done!
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I’ve read this several times and like your morning routine found something different to enjoy with each reading.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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I think the lack of form suits the ‘rambling path’ choice in this poem. And of course I adore the description of life in a small French village… Glad you posted this delightful everyday llittle treasure!
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Thank you.
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You write beautifully!!
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Oh the loveliness of this, the chatting and diving into those tracks.. The smells and other senses.. A routine that’s always different… I think that the subject fits the free verse, some of the feeling might get lost in a form…
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Thank you, Bjorn: your opinion means a lot.
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i like the peacefulness of this – the chatting to the guy in the wheelchair – the taking in all the scents and sounds…beautiful
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I like it just how it is. It fits the theme of your daily exercise being ever the same, but daily different. More structure would, I think, hinder that theme. My favorite line is “Wild path it is.” Perhaps that explains why I like the rambling unstructured nature of the poem. Peace, Linda
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Thank you – I feel reassured.
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I love this as it is. I loved walking along with you and seeing through your eyes and hearing what you hear. I think this is wonderful, Viv
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I know you often choose to write form, as well as free verse. I think you are so good at choosing the form to fit the nature of the poem.
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And I did enjoy your rambling day–the joy of retirement.
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Always appreciate & viva la difference; right? Your “rough-edged” free verse is actually tight & interesting, engaging & fun. It does apply, as well, to both dVerse prompts.
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wonderful how your “every-day” exercise is also ever varying. A wonderful account of a walk, and the many things and people that you are blessed with seeing!
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I enjoyed reading your Thursday “Tuesday” poem, it’s so much the way I see it too, good one👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thanks for visiting.
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I enjoyed this ‘walk’ with you, Viv. I wonder if everyone has a morning routine that is pretty much the same each day of the week. I read a few other poems to that effect for Poetics, and I myself have a pretty ‘regular’ routine. Yet, as you said at the end, it is always a little different. And, I think we can be thankful for that little difference
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So true. Every day seems the same but always a bit different. Lovely poem.
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