hangs the cosiest cardigan,
the one I hug to me in the early morning;
that embraces me
while brewing the first cup of tea;
that warms me
as I write a chilly January poem;
the one that shields me
from the sneaky draught
that evades the excluder
and, unwarmed by the log burner,
wraps itself around my legs.
It’s a soft and woolly present to myself.
Kim M. Russell, 8th January 2019

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Come hang with me! also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Lillian is our host today and she has shared with us some of the things that happened in the past on 8th January.
She has also asked us to walk around our homes and look at all the things hanging in them: on walls, in closets, on refrigerator doors. She wants us to pick something that ‘speaks to us’ and use it as the basis for today’s poem. We should take photos of those objects, if we can, to illustrate the poem. We can describe the objects or share memories about them, or explain why they are important to us or why they’re hanging there.
Oh I love such a treat… a woolly friend to have in January….
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I have a fave sweater like that, too. Smiles.
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Ah…..I’ve knit what’s called a “duster” sweater of heavy thick wool….it has long sleeves and goes almost to my knees. I cozy in it every winter morn so I can relate to this so well! 🙂 We turn out to be kindred spirits in so many ways, Kim 🙂
PS: thanks for opening the pub for me! It’s sunny and in the mid-60s in San Diego….Boston, I hear, has a bit of snow today. 🙂
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I’m happy that you’ve escaped the Boston snow, Lill, and get to enjoy some sunshine, although that does mean you can’t cuddle up in a cardigan or sweater. 🙂
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You paint an enticing picture of getting up in the cold. You make it seem worth it 🙂
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warm and comfy looking, glad you have it to share January with
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So am I, Jade! The wind was so strong last night it blew open our bedroom window. I have a feeling snow is on the way.
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oh my gosh, I can’t imagine having a window blow up when it’s this cold. It started snowing last night and the snow continues today. Not much accumulation at this point…
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My Beloved Sandra bought me this massively oversized bathrobe to fit over the sling and the armblock while I did the initial (ie home) stages of recuperation and in-home PT following shoulder replacement. That’s all behind me now (has been for a while), but the robe’s still my fave. Comfy, comfy, comfy!
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A lovely little tribute to a warm morning friend
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A friend indeed!
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Great imagery and compassion in your words.
~ Sandra G
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Sandra.
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It looks newer but even an old woolen sweater to hug you is wonderful to have hanging on your bathroom door!
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I love woolly sweaters!
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Oh, I have one too that I bought for myself. I prefer it to my bathrobe – it’s soft and wooly and big and wraps around me perfectly. I need to write a poem about it 🙂
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I’ll look out for it Margaret! 🙂
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I like how you describe the cardigan ” embracing” you.
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Thanks Frank.
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Warm and cozy poem for sure.
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Thanks Vicki!
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Sounds heavenly!
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Very nice poem! There is nothing better than a great soft sweater or blanket to keep your core warm!
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Thanks Dwight! Natural fabrics are the best for keeping warm.
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Yes!
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Oh Lord this Reminds me i have A Superman
Robe in my Closet Hanging Up with Symbol
S of Hope before they Changed Superman
into a Man on a Cross
Ha! i never
Get
Cold
Never wear anything
But Short Pants even
in Snow hehe What
Good is a Robe to Superman.. hAha..;)
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LOL! 🙂
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Such a warm description of your woolly sweater…thanks for reminding through this poem that we are so blessed, we have the comfort of our homes and the warmth of our clothes!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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I never underestimate the comfort of a reliable piece of clothing. Such a great ode, Kim.
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LOL! I love and know your sweater! Somenights I sleep in mine.
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Lovely cosy poem. I recognise that draught – how does it get in?
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Thanks Sarah. If you ever find out, please share.
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That cozy “cosiest cardigan” sounds like a friend indeed. A present to yourself sounds good also, my present to myself was a two-year-old Mustang GT Convertible when I retired in 2001.
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There is nothing like those treasured pieces of clothing that we hold dear. Beautiful words Kim.
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Thank you, Linda.
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I like that you chose not to capitalize – it underscores the unpretentious homeiness you describe in the poem. Very nice touch!
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Thank you, Christine!
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Oh this is such a gorgeously written poem, Kim! 😀 Especially love; “that warms me as I write a chilly January poem.”❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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