Tuesday, March 14, 2023

blue hour


if i can pour silence in a cup

i would like to drink it at night


not as warm maple tea

but cold as winter ice wine


not too sweet or spicy

to run down my throat to ignite


excitement or astonishment

but rather


the familiar hug of an old 

friend, that knows the hollows


& turns of my seasons 

& times when i need


to see the starlights and  

the new moon instead of


full-bodied white wintered sky-

what space i have drawn


is briefly magical as blooming

pink peonies


in between frames, 

i am unemcumbered by the weights


& stresses of the day

i get lost in the maze & snarls of words


-coaxing lines muddled with black birds-

as i inhale the crisp smell of pine trees


alas, the noise of the house

clatters & hums as the clock


steals away an hour & marks it:

(false) spring! 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry of Place and Space, hosted by Ingrid.  Thank you Ingrid!!!     There are references of the city and country where I have now resided for 18 years.   We have a long winter season.

15 comments:

  1. You got me already at the first line, to be able to drink silence is an amazing image. Too bad it get it disturbed by that clock.

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  2. So beautiful, Grace. Your voice is strong and clear here.

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  3. But what solace to be able to 'get lost in the maze & snarls of words.' I hope the true spring is just around the corner for you :-)

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  4. Goodness this is exquisite! I especially love; "full-bodied white wintered sky- what space i have drawn is briefly magical as blooming pink peonies."💖💖

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  5. So well described, Grace. Thanks for sharing this.

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  6. i am unemcumbered by the weights / & stresses of the day / i get lost in the maze & snarls of words...

    Ahhhh....

    Great stuff Grace. Thanks

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  7. A wonderful poem Grace, full of imagery and sound! Love the closing of stealing time away and falsely marking Spring.

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  8. Bravo! Nice one. Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Much💜love

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  9. This seems to me to be a poem about the contentment found in silence and familiarity, a string of moments marking the passing of time. It's the right place to be.

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  10. I could sense fulfillment flowing from your words, Grace. Beautiful, as always.

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  11. This is a masterpiece, I am saving it for more reads, the way you describe that feeling of solitude and longing for a place/person now gone, is so perfect!

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  12. Beautifully composed .... our winter lingers a bit too long, I gather yours does as well. Soon, Grace ... soon.

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