be still
let the moment stains your hand
as crushed grapes slowly sip the oak barrel
spring's first blush, soft and tender
on my cheeks, as I reach for you
listen to the breathing of white carnations
and cries of red breasted robins by window,
falter the wind, tarry the leaves
be still
before my pen dips into the inkwell
smearing the pages with ruby lines,
a baton raised, before the orchestra
plunges into the roaring sea,
headlong into eye of black storm,
each wave and thrust, unrepeated, a moment
be still
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting at 3 pm.
It's crazy day at work, so I will be visiting you guys later ~ Thanks for your visit ~
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Your words always flow so easily.. Your posts are always a pleasant read, that leave me smiling :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely words ~ I appreciate it ~
DeleteGeez not sure how one can be still with that going on, that would surely take some will power..haha
ReplyDeleteWell for once I didn't post the picture and allowed the reader's mind to wander ~ I don't know Pat *blushes*
Deletei cant help swaying to ur lines...
ReplyDeleteThanks Ashok for the visit ~
DeleteLOL Laughing at Pat's comment.
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery, sweet, as if music were playing while teasing someone with fruit... Nice imagery :)
Well Pat doesn't need to stab anything here :-)
DeleteNice imagery you have ~ Thanks for the lovely words Bren ~
really nice movement through this...love the stained hands up from ...and the orchestra leading into the roaring sea...write it furiously...smiles...and be still....i like grace...
ReplyDeleteIts a big effort to write furiously, I can't keep up with your pace but I try :-)
DeleteThanks for the kind words and encouragement Brian ~
and hope the day is not too bad on you...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWell its a warm and beautiful day outside ~ Too bad I can't enjoy it ~ Well such is life :-0
DeleteTrying to find peace; not always easy. Another great piece, Heaven
ReplyDeleteGreat writing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great moment to let one go to an unmoving peace and quiet.. this is all i need!
ReplyDeleteYour stanzas are like waves, each one washing a different picture over the reader. Great composition. Very nice work.
ReplyDeleteLush and lovely, Heaven--I really like the second and third stanzas, nicely bookended by your opening/closing line. People so need to do that more, be still.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Heaven! Lovely like a song...lyrical and rythmic : )
ReplyDelete-Eva
I have gone to this theme of being still many times. If we could only...what would we see/feel/hear/be?
ReplyDeletewell done
An interesting question, its a challenge to capture the stillness ~ Thanks for the visit Mark ~
DeleteThis piece flows so well--and it leaves me feeling still and sated--
ReplyDeleteThanks Audrey for the lovely words ~
Deletethe breath of white carnations really is enchanting!
ReplyDeleteLovely smell and beautiful ~ Thanks Dez ~
DeleteVery beautiful Heaven, love the flow here. But I do have to admit the last stanza definitely took my mind to a different place, a good one, just a little less PG. Great write. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThanks Fred ~ My mind went there too :-)
DeleteA beautiful rhythm to this. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, sensual rhythm to this, like, well... nicely done!
ReplyDeletebreathing of white carnations -> nice personification
ReplyDeleteone correction, i think you meant inkwell and not inkblot
Yes, thanks Tammy ~
DeleteBeautiful write, Grace.
ReplyDeleteHm. Never heard it called an orchestra before, but this one certainly raises the baton before the roaring sea! (;0= }
ReplyDeleteSei still, meine Liebe!*
ReplyDeleteYou need so few words to construct hours...or years, of life, understanding, and love, and, ummmm, LUST!
You ALWAYS do this, Sweet-Lust!
I'm not sure I remember your name...is it Grace?
*Be still, my love!
PEACE!!!
"Be still" ... this relaxed me. Really, it did.
ReplyDeleteah nice...the being still before the pen breaks loose and verse pours forth..love those moments when the ink takes over..
ReplyDelete"listening to the breathing of the white carnations" love this line, as I do the entire sensuality of the poem. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteNice flow as we go along, Heaven! Peace and peace of mind is elusive but to just carry on writing, that's it!
ReplyDeleteHank
Interesting imagery throughout..as though beauty and color in itself pleads for a caesura. Does the orchestra halt then? Very nice work.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured a moment in time with such perfect imagery and expectation. I like the imperative: be still.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful entry into stillness... I love the raised baton ... the anticipation... :D
ReplyDeleteBe still, and notice how everything becomes more vivid, more interesting, more detailed. Peaceful and stormy images, all incredible. I like this poem, there's always need for a reminder to stop and just "be still." :)
ReplyDeleteSigh...
ReplyDeleteLovely work Heaven.
Soft, delicate, and lovely!
ReplyDeleteLove how the stanza's flow naturally into each other. Stillness intertwined with storm - excellent.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
be still
ReplyDeletelet the moment stains your hand
as crushed grapes slowly sip the oak barrel
spring's first blush, soft and tender
Oh my... You had me at 'be still'
Sensual and delicate, Heaven. I loved this.
som sorry its taken me so long to get here! I couldn't jelp but see so muchj secual imagery in this! the baton raised before the orchestra (so that moment before sex?) and the plunging into the roaring sea....this was passionate- but also animalistic at the same time...so good
ReplyDeletedamn my spelling as well- sorry :(
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit Stu ~ No worries, its fine :-)
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