Monday, February 10, 2020

s p a c e s



you keep filling pages
with words
gridlines
& quotes

i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
and small birds spiralling out
at slightest sound

time is slow burn
stretching unscarfing in 
quietude of evenings

here are spaces within me
that are
                       just


                               




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word, FILL.  Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.

28 comments:

  1. This right here is incredibly swoon-worthy:
    "time is slow burn
    stretching unscarfing"

    Sigh. So gorgeous.

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  2. I love the thought of sometimes focus on the spaces more than the constant filling of every empty surface.

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  3. I love your visual play with the title, Grace, and how you’ve extended it into the poem itself. The lines that struck me are so beautiful:
    ‘i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
    and small birds spiralling out
    at slightest sound’.

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  4. I like the contrast between "them" and you. Your wordless appreciation of boundless life at its own pace is striking.

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  5. I like the way this poem just peters out as if we ought to know where.

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  6. Wonderful imagery in your poem. I love the 'unscarfing' to reveal the quiet spaces. :)

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  7. The spaces call us to fill our mjndes with contemplation
    Nice quadrille

    Much💝love

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  8. If only we didn't always try to fill in the blank spaces and just admired them.

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  9. What an intriguing treat this is!

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  10. Point, counter-point! Point taken, love how this ends, the space being what fills.

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  11. I think sometimes we need the space unfilled to breathe in the moment.

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  12. Some spaces that are left unfilled despite the pages filled with words ...
    Beautiful poem

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  13. just...music. Music where the empty spaces count as much as the noisy ones!

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  14. I find so much peace in this poem.........

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  15. Beautiful poem. What's the name of the mountain peak in the picture?

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  16. Hi Grace,
    "Time is a slow burn" I like that though filling these pages is sometimes so darn hard!

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  17. Beautiful use of shape and space to pull us in to the truth of this poem. Just.

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  18. I love this Grace. It's as if you are speaking of those who look at life analytically and those who look at it poetically. Beautiful!

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  19. LOVING this. And most especially the ending....the spaces within...sometimes they just are.....and are best left untouched. Perhaps they are those moments of serenity? Or sadly, for some, those moments of terror? Ah, you've got me thinking now.
    And...meant to say, your imagery of the natural here is, as always, beautiful: that second stanza...ahhhhh....

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  20. time is slow burn
    stretching uncaring in
    quietude of evenings

    It retreats by itself perhaps!

    Hank

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  21. I like the ending with "just" and the placement of it.

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  22. Beautifully written Grace, I love those quiet spaces within xxx

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  23. "i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
    and small birds spiralling out
    at slightest sound

    time is slow burn
    stretching unscarfing in
    quietude of evenings"

    Such beauty in this, Grace.

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  24. This is lovely--the rush of some to fill spaces, but then to exist with the spaces that are just . . .

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