Weather, Or Not
Neither game nor superstition,
January is a shady train taken
in hopes of some mysterious list
of sane gravity, somewhere in
a balmy future.
Chickens need not apply, especially
any who might hope for some grain
of warmth, or a welcoming figure
beside a blazing hearth, offering
a platter of fresh baked cookies
and a mug of steaming hot cocoa.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/14/2018
Notes: Have spent the past few weeks without a steady source of heat. It definitely affected my response to this week’s word list. Image is a pen and ink sketch, using repeat pattern drawing.
Posted to The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #334
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gravity, grain, figure, taken, shady, train,
superstition, list, chicken, sane, January, game
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #386
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Soul's Music 
We all choose where to live but for some reason prefer to battle the elements of cold snow and ice rather than something more temperate. I’m glad I left the cold of northern Europe for Australia to battle instead the crocodiles, snakes and deadly spiders. The trouble is nowhere is perfect but winter without heating is not good!
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I love that metaphor:
‘January is a shady train taken
in hopes of some mysterious list’
and the comfort at the end of the poem in the
‘…platter of fresh baked cookies
and a mug of steaming hot cocoa’.
Just what I look forward to after a January stroll.
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I hope you are warmer now..a deft use of the prompt words as always good to. Read you again
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Love this especially; “January is a shady train taken in hopes of some mysterious list of sane gravity, somewhere in a balmy future.”
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I dream of warmer days too, especially when my dog decides he really wants to go on longer walks down snow covered paths.
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a mesmerising sketch and a trickier poem than first seen – love the internal rhymes too
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Well, I still haven’t seen any ‘sane gravity’ in this January, but perhaps it is around the corner. But as we, as a world, sits before our blazing hearth, we can continue to hope for someone to offer us cookies of comfort and love in an insane world.
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I absolutely LOVE your metaphor for January—“a shady train”—although I do hope your heat situation is corrected soon. Nothing like no relief from the cold to make one think of the world as a hostile place!
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This January has been extremely cold and many have been without power and heat. It truly is a shady train and I wonder where it will travel next. You did a wonderful job with the word list, as the poem moved so freely.
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So sorry to hear. The weather can keep us on our toes. Put another blanket on, and come curl up beside me. Good to see you here. I’ve missed you!
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Having to face January without proper heating sounds terrible… hope it works better now… Here I would love to have some more cold… I love to travel on ice.
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How I love “January is a shady train.” That’s for sure! No heat is difficult in the coldest month. I hope everything will soon be fixed.
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May the rest of your winter be all freshly baked cookies and hot steaming cocoa! By the way, I love the zentangles too!
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Warm Wishes. Luv that line
“January is a shady train taken”
Weathers and time zones are so intriguing. Here January is a month of sun and heated minds absorbed in the Carnival hype
muc2💝love
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It would be unwise to put cookies near my chookles.
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I love you clever use of the given words, expertly done.
Hope a source of heat has returned so you can welcome them there chickens!
Anna :o]
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Thank goodness for hot chocolate, especially when the heat is not a constant in January.
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A certain lack of warmth in your response? 🙂
I really cannot think how such intricate pen and ink work can be done with cold hands!
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It must be hard to be short of heat like that! Here we have been experiencing extreme heat – uncomfortable, but I think I would rather that than extreme cold. Glad to see it has not frozen your poetry!
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kaykuala
Neither game nor superstition,
January is a shady train taken
in hopes of some mysterious list
of sane gravity,
Once a choice of abode is taken one has to take everything that comes with it. January is often mercilessly cold. The sketch is beautifully done Elizabeth!
Hank
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