I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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2 November 2016

Shrinkage

Mist and thick white cloud. The mountains all gone,
leaving only the lower, closer hills
around the suddenly blank horizon
which holds all within, close contained: no spills
of breath, air or leaf. Even birdsong stills
inside this cup, this cauldron of silence
that rings us round. Past the little distance
visible from nearest to furthest ridge,
high peaks and sky are lost – that whole expanse
that lifts the heart up, and beyond the edge.
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16 comments:

  1. Linda Stevenson2 November 2016 at 14:23

    Love it, beautiful, elegant.

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  2. Susan2 November 2016 at 15:10

    Mmmm. Lovely. The little bowl has to become vast to lift the heart.

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  3. Anonymous3 November 2016 at 08:24

    Take us away with your words

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi7 November 2016 at 21:35

    Wonderfully elegant!❤️

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  5. Sumana Roy7 November 2016 at 23:44

    I've just had similar experiences with the Himalayas...."this cup, this cauldron of silence / that rings us round." so beautiful....

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  6. dsnake18 November 2016 at 00:10

    i agree that this is a very elegant poem.
    as i read this i seem able to hold the hills in my palms.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade8 November 2016 at 14:45

      How lovely to have been able to do that for you! Thank you for saying so.

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  7. Mary8 November 2016 at 00:44

    This poem is like a meditation - breathe out, breathe in!

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  8. Justin Lamb8 November 2016 at 02:16

    I like the image that your description creates.

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  9. Magical Mystical Teacher8 November 2016 at 04:53

    Vast expanses certainly lift my heart up!

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  10. Brother Ollie8 November 2016 at 21:53

    excellent imagery - love this style of poem

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  11. brudberg9 November 2016 at 06:26

    Oh I do love the sense... so familiar for me from my summer hikes...

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  12. Old Egg11 November 2016 at 13:56

    I would love to walk in the hills again but my legs refuse absolutely. However I went back there in your verse so thankyou for that.

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  13. Sherry Blue Sky14 November 2016 at 09:52

    Gorgeous visuals in this one, Rosemary.

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