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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Peace



view-image.php by Lynn Greyling


Peace 

Just out of sight
beyond the haze of misty horizon
there, conjure a sweet nest of golden twine for me
oh singing Spirits of the Bend
where I can carry each trouble
lay them down in nascent neglect as they
transform to tinkling trinkets sparkling on a coverlet
I pull over the curl of my unburdened back, floating, a soft cap, on a cerulean sea
sleep slipping swiftly over me - dreams sliding sweetly through me
as I, with somnolent sigh, melt molten into your trusted embrace
pouring peace  

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The Sunday Whirl


36 comments:

  1. ...the poem itself translates the inner peace you have... a gentle write for a peaceful sunday read... smiles...

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  2. My mind relaxes as I read this. I can feel the peace throughout ever line. - Breathtaking :)

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  3. This conveys and releases peace. Very nicely done.

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    1. Thank you Sabra - I so appreciate your stopping by :)

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  5. "Spirits of the Bend" Is that a real song, or did you just make up that title? And if you just made it up, are you going to make up words and music also, because I would love to hear that song!

    Catching Sunrise, Carrying Light

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    1. Hi Magic ... I thought I made it up! If I could write a sing I would - perhaps you can sing it :)

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  6. Beautiful and powerful. Words to be made a mantra.

    Thanks for this piece. <3

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  7. This is truly beautiful, Pearl... and something I needed to read this Sunday morning. Thank you.

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  8. loved the theme of this and how you brought it out...

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  9. This is beautiful. I feel a sense of peace pouring over me as I read the message of your poem. You used the 'whirl' words very effectively!

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  10. Peace in the arms of your sweetheart. Lovely! But that cloud looks threatening to me.
    btw: there is minor grammatical oversight, "them" and "they" are plural yet refer back to "each trouble" which is singular.

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  11. Thank you for sharing your peaceful place. I felt myself relax into this poem in a most delightful way!

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    1. Awww Wabi - delighted to share - happy you enjoyed:)

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  12. Beautiful. Your words invoke peace, If only they could spread peace over all the world!

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  13. I, too, noted singing Spirits of the Bend....lovely. And such a feeling of peace. I lay awake much of last night, so I quite envied this description......maybe I should have read it before bed!

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    1. As thanks Sherry - I wrote it and then wound up staying awake waiting to post - before I knew it - it was 4:30am!

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  14. Indeed, a very soothing and vivid piece. Loved it. :)

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  15. Indeed, a very soothing and vivid piece. Loved it. :)

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  16. simply dreamy..like those delicious sleepy moments just before you awake or go to sleep..so comforting to read

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  17. Lovely and peaceful, and don't you love that word cerulean?

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  18. Oh Pearl, this one reads like a balm for the spirit. Beautiful!

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  19. Beautiful Pearl… I love the image at the end of pouring out peace into a trusted embrace.

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  20. Utterly delightful images in this beautiful piece.

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  21. I love how the poem gives off a feeling of melting for me all the way down to where it says "melts molten." How perfect that it ends with "pouring."

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  22. Simple but full of compassion, and I love it!

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