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Early Morning Jazz
The scrape of your chair.
The gentle tap of keys
as you, rhythmic early riser,
rouse the day.
I burrow deeper,
trying to ignore
Icicles
beating
your accompaniment
as
o
n
e
b
y
o
n
e
touched
by
sunlight,
they
loose
their
h
o
l
d
on the
frozen, silent
night.

That’s a fabulously jazzy form, Judy! I love the idea of a human rousing the day rather than being roused, and those icicles beating accompaniment – wow!
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Thanks, Kim.
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Oh I do love the creative formatting with those icicles dropping… a tribute to mornings.
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Thanks, Bjorn.
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evocative piece…well done…JIM
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Thanks, Jim.
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I like how you describe them “touched
by
sunlight,”
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Really seriously great piece, Judy!
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Thanks, Dolly. I got up early to wait for the delivery of my new computer and this was the result.
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I would suggest to get up early more often, then.
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Ha.
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Love the jazzy beat and the shaped icicle poem Judy!
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Thanks, Grace. Fun to do the shapes, but time-consuming.
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a very groovy poem – love how the icicle would create a sound, never thought of that before
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Often, but not always, muffled by snow.
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