Monday, August 28, 2017

a flicker between heartbeats


morning sky is grey hawk
of silence

tides are slow, lapping
white foam, waiting for canoes
to ripple the lake's corners

wildflowers stand on tiptoes
to catch sunlight, ripening peach
with rain-drizzled skin

i inhale deeply
        this 
curl of space
whisker of light
        bliss



At Maligne Lake, Jasper National Park


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- QUADRILLE hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   This is a 44 word post with the word BLISS.  Thanks for the visit ~ 

34 comments:

  1. A nice little spot just to enjoy the bliss

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  2. So much to love, the tiptoe of wildflower and that hawk especially. Glad you could bring some of vacation bliss to the bar.

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  3. I want to be there...in fact, you allowed me to be for a moment with your blissful descriptions.

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  4. I have so many thoughts on this one; I'm going to come back to it.

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  5. Your first line is killer; adored it, set the tone spiritually, like a poem from the First People. Lovely, tranquil & great sense of place & moment.

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    1. I agree with Glenn the hawk is a great image. I can see those canoes in the distance.

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  6. What a blissful place to be, I love 'wildflowers stand on tiptoes to catch sunlight' especially :o) xxx

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  7. "this curl of space" exquisite—I love that phrase.

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  8. Hawk of silence. Inspired! Beautiful imagery. I was there!

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  9. ''...wildflowers stand on tiptoes / to catch sunlight...". Love this line. And the last stanza is exquisite. Beautiful, Bev.

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  10. I like the opening line very much.

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  11. Oh Grace, your poems always amaze me. The first line grabbed me like a hawk and didn't let go.

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  12. Very zen-like and calming. Wish I had a place like that to just sit and ponder.

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  13. Oh, heavens. This just made me swooooon:
    i inhale deeply
    this
    curl of space
    whisker of light
    bliss

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  14. The last time I saw a hawk, it had green hair and was showcasing its uber Zen painting skills. What I'm trying to say is that hawks should be chatty with everyone and the sky should be anything but grey ... even when it's grey. :) I know; I sound crazy outside of my head. (Shhh. Shawna. Just quit talking.)

    I love this line: "tides are slow, lapping" ... It makes me think of the ocean climbing clumsily up into a lap for a bedtime story.

    "white foam, waiting for canoes" ... I see "white foam, waiting for can-yous" ... So now I'm imagining that the stoic hawk is a dad, and the ocean is a child, begging for a story. But he's saying no, so I wonder if she's in trouble with him --- like he has to give her a stern talking-to or a punishment first.

    "wildflowers stand on tiptoes" ... YES! This is definitely the little girl who just got in trouble. I think she's so young, she can't even climb into his lap without his help. So she's standing on her toes trying to get closer to him.

    "to catch sunlight, ripening peach" ... Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. This makes me think she wants him to read James and the Giant Peach. :) I also love picturing the sun as a fuzzy, juice-ripe-and-squishy peach, oozing its juice down the sky and onto the earth, and all the flowers and such. (That would make a beautiful painting.)

    "with rain-drizzled skin" ... I like that this could mean that the sun's skin is rain-drizzled, or that the wildflower girl is all wet, trying to get the sun's attention. Ooh, now I'm imagining that she flooded the bathroom --- overflowed the tub. But subconsciously, maybe her dad is so busy with work and commitments that she doesn't get enough of his time/attention.

    "i inhale deeply" ... This makes me think you are the mother, and the hawk's wife. You're staying quiet, but you're just waiting patiently for him to handle it in his own way.

    The whisker of light ... that's his face, this man that you love so much, being a good, firm (but loving) father.

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  15. A lake with corners and wildflowers on tiptoes -- definitely blissful.

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  16. I liked this description: "wildflowers stand on tiptoes
    to catch sunlight"

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  17. Thank you for bringing your bliss to me

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  18. Blissful little spot to be mesmerized, Grace!

    Hank

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  19. "curl of space"... this poem's stillness is lovely.

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  20. "wildflowers stand on tiptoes / to catch sunlight," Literally breathtaking, this gave me some goosebumps..& not to forget
    "morning sky is grey hawk / of silence"..A poem beyond beauty, Grace, as always.

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  21. Awesome....bliss...beautiful POEM!!!

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  22. That's blissful title, Grace. I love the morning sky as a 'grey hawk of silence', the way everything is waiting and especially:
    'wildflowers stand on tiptoes
    to catch sunlight...'
    and
    'curl of space
    whisker of light'.

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  23. I find so much beauty in this Quadrille. In every line speaks to perfection.

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  24. wildflowers stand on tiptoes
    to catch sunlight

    this is so so so so so beautiful, Grace.

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  25. Thanks for taking us with you to share this blissful moment, Grace! Jasper National Park is impressive for it's stunning views but you've captured the essence of a quiet scene.

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  26. What a beautiful scene and moment in the poem. I want to be there. πŸŒΈπŸ’›

    -Imelda

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  27. Beautifully sketched. That last stanza ~ sigh ~ floats from the page ... er, screen. Smiles.

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  28. Soooo late to the reading :(
    MOST especially the third stanza brings me pure bliss!

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  29. Have a blissful September, friend.

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  30. this is tooooo beautiful!

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