your words
of ice brings not shivering
drip but
growing rage at each beat
you can hardly contain
bitterness spiralling your guts
time to take
{time out},
get lost
in nature's path
bottle steps of gratitude
listen to gossiping trees
spread jam of starlings
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Merril Smith. This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, shivering. This word is perfect to describe our icy weather in Ontario, Canada. But its all warm and friendly at dVerse Pub. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your comments.
Jam of starlings!
ReplyDeleteMy morning walks are much needed like this. 😀
the unique imagery of that last stanza, such an exquisite antidote
ReplyDeleteI love 'listen to gossiping trees' Grace!
ReplyDeleteI love those trees... and if you truly listen I'm sure they giggle at my outbursts
ReplyDeleteA walk in nature can often teach us the gratitude we so badly need. Nicely penned, Grace!
ReplyDeleteTime to take time out...Cool. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThis creates such a potent image:
ReplyDelete"bitterness spiralling your guts"
a caustic witches brew (no offense to witches!)
Nature is the perfect remedy, you are right, Grace.
Having collected information for eons, trees have much to gossip about, I guess! A nature walk is sure to spark our spirit.
ReplyDeleteLove those last two lines!
ReplyDeleteHard-hitting...really is.....and the loveliness of nature comes in so well, so needed...very nice poetry..
ReplyDeletethats one strong poem. hope the trees speak well of us
ReplyDelete"you can hardly contain/bitterness spiralling your guts"...that's pretty descriptive anger, Grace! No better way to decompress some anger than a walk in nature. A lovely last stanza but should "spead" be "spread?"
ReplyDeleteOops. You are right. Thanks for catching that.
Delete"Your words of ice..." oh my. So hard to use anger management techniques when someone baits you or greets you like this! Great line to start with....especially thinking about the word shiver and ice together!
ReplyDeleteThe intensity of the bitter anger is palpable in that first stanza and then the softness of nature provides release and relief. Wonderful!
ReplyDelete"gossip of trees"
ReplyDeleteI am sure they do.
Luv your quadrille. Happy Monday
Much love...
such icy barbs then the relief of that poetic creation stanza, lovely work!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a scene to make us all shiver, Grace. Time out to recollect oneself is always good.
ReplyDelete"spread jam of starlings" Now that did bring a smile to my face.
ReplyDelete"get lost in nature's path"
ReplyDeleteAll of these images add up to such a delightful morning cool down walk!
ReplyDeleteGreat word play.
ReplyDeletecomplex knots of icy words
ReplyDeleteAnger can tear us apart from the inside out.
ReplyDeleteI adore your ending,
"bottle steps of gratitude
listen to gossiping trees
spread jam of starlings"
Beautiful, powerful! Going to the trees in the midst of struggle is such a respite.
ReplyDeleteA time out with the whispering trees is therapeutic for sure!
ReplyDeleteThe soothing second stanza with beautiful imagery is the perfect antidote to the seething cold rage of the first stanza! Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThis is genius! Well done.
ReplyDeleteNature has answers she's willing to share. What are we waiting for?
ReplyDelete"{time out},"
ReplyDeleteYes! I often get to that point myself, Grace...
-David [ben Alexander]
There's a shiver in every line, Grace. Well written.
ReplyDeleteI love - listen to gossiping trees - if we did more of that ...
ReplyDeleteRage is its own kind of shivering. Nature is always a good solution.
ReplyDelete"Jam of starlings"
ReplyDeleteI love this phrase! Beautifully penned.
Immersing oneself in nature is a balm for the soul - love the 'jam of starlings', what a unique image.
ReplyDeleteAlways trust nature to bring calm.
ReplyDeleteOh, my. I thought this was going to be my favorite line:
ReplyDelete"bottle steps of gratitude"
but then I got to "spread jam of starlings" and swooooned.
Wonderful imagery in that last stanza, Grace. Good advice.
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