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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
...the poem itself translates the inner peace you have... a gentle write for a peaceful sunday read... smiles...
ReplyDeleteAw thank you kelvin :)
DeleteMy mind relaxes as I read this. I can feel the peace throughout ever line. - Breathtaking :)
ReplyDeleteThis conveys and releases peace. Very nicely done.
ReplyDeleteSo delighted you enjoyed. Thank you :)
DeleteBeautiful, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sabra - I so appreciate your stopping by :)
Delete"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!
ReplyDeleteCatching Sunrise, Carrying Light
Hi Magic ... I thought I made it up! If I could write a sing I would - perhaps you can sing it :)
DeleteBeautiful and powerful. Words to be made a mantra.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this piece. <3
Oh my Kenia - thank you :)
DeleteThis is truly beautiful, Pearl... and something I needed to read this Sunday morning. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie! Sooo happy you enjoyed :)
Deleteloved the theme of this and how you brought it out...
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much Robert:)
DeleteThis 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!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment! Thank you! :)
DeletePeace in the arms of your sweetheart. Lovely! But that cloud looks threatening to me.
ReplyDeletebtw: there is minor grammatical oversight, "them" and "they" are plural yet refer back to "each trouble" which is singular.
Relaxing, sighing peace.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh thank you Susan :)
DeleteThank you for sharing your peaceful place. I felt myself relax into this poem in a most delightful way!
ReplyDeleteAwww Wabi - delighted to share - happy you enjoyed:)
DeleteBeautiful. Your words invoke peace, If only they could spread peace over all the world!
ReplyDeleteAwwww lovely sentiment - thank you Marian :)
DeleteI, 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!
ReplyDeleteAs thanks Sherry - I wrote it and then wound up staying awake waiting to post - before I knew it - it was 4:30am!
DeleteIndeed, a very soothing and vivid piece. Loved it. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the love :)
DeleteIndeed, a very soothing and vivid piece. Loved it. :)
ReplyDeletesimply dreamy..like those delicious sleepy moments just before you awake or go to sleep..so comforting to read
ReplyDeleteLovely and peaceful, and don't you love that word cerulean?
ReplyDeleteOh Pearl, this one reads like a balm for the spirit. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Pearl… I love the image at the end of pouring out peace into a trusted embrace.
ReplyDeleteUtterly delightful images in this beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteI 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."
ReplyDeleteSimple but full of compassion, and I love it!
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