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.
This right here is incredibly swoon-worthy:
ReplyDelete"time is slow burn
stretching unscarfing"
Sigh. So gorgeous.
I love the thought of sometimes focus on the spaces more than the constant filling of every empty surface.
ReplyDeleteI 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:
ReplyDelete‘i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
and small birds spiralling out
at slightest sound’.
I like the contrast between "them" and you. Your wordless appreciation of boundless life at its own pace is striking.
ReplyDeleteI like the way this poem just peters out as if we ought to know where.
ReplyDeletezactly
DeleteWonderful imagery in your poem. I love the 'unscarfing' to reveal the quiet spaces. :)
ReplyDeleteThe spaces call us to fill our mjndes with contemplation
ReplyDeleteNice quadrille
Much💝love
If only we didn't always try to fill in the blank spaces and just admired them.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing treat this is!
ReplyDeleteNice line: "time is slow burn"
ReplyDeletePoint, counter-point! Point taken, love how this ends, the space being what fills.
ReplyDeleteI think sometimes we need the space unfilled to breathe in the moment.
ReplyDeleteSome spaces that are left unfilled despite the pages filled with words ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem
just...music. Music where the empty spaces count as much as the noisy ones!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteI find so much peace in this poem.........
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. What's the name of the mountain peak in the picture?
ReplyDeleteHi Grace,
ReplyDelete"Time is a slow burn" I like that though filling these pages is sometimes so darn hard!
Breathtaking.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful use of shape and space to pull us in to the truth of this poem. Just.
ReplyDeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteLOVING 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd...meant to say, your imagery of the natural here is, as always, beautiful: that second stanza...ahhhhh....
time is slow burn
ReplyDeletestretching uncaring in
quietude of evenings
It retreats by itself perhaps!
Hank
I like the ending with "just" and the placement of it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Grace, I love those quiet spaces within xxx
ReplyDelete"i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
ReplyDeleteand small birds spiralling out
at slightest sound
time is slow burn
stretching unscarfing in
quietude of evenings"
Such beauty in this, Grace.
This is lovely--the rush of some to fill spaces, but then to exist with the spaces that are just . . .
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