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


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.

Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #327


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

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

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

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

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

  5. I like the image that your description creates.

  6. Vast expanses certainly lift my heart up!

  7. excellent imagery - love this style of poem

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

  9. 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.

  10. Gorgeous visuals in this one, Rosemary.