Saturday, 5 January 2013

On bed of snow

@ SweetLust Blog



lay me down on bed of snow,
nary a footprint nor faded bloom

my breasts empty of secrets,
fingers bare of ink and seasonings

cover my face with salt and thyme,
rub oil and myrrh on my feet

until shadows flee unto the night sky, 
pristine in silver, then maybe (perhaps) 

i will hear the silence of your
restless drum


Posted for:  D'verse Poets Pub - Peace: Within and Without  - I have chosen to write peace poetically.  Thank you Mary for the wonderful prompt ~
Shared with Poets United.

61 comments:

  1. That is beautiful, Grace. I like this way of thinking about 'peace.'

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    1. Thank you Mary for the lovely prompt ~

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  2. wow made me think of a hot oil massage, deep tissue....releasing everything...until all that remains is that heart beat...or drum...smiles.

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    1. Hot oil massage is good in this cold weather ~ Smiles ~

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  3. Oh, this is gorgeous--I see you melting into peace.

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  4. love the imagery and sensuality, relaxing and peaceful... great ending!

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  5. Such a beautiful feeling of peace - lovely poem. K

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  6. I love the idea of peace, especially of peace when it's a pair of lovers out in the snow. Lovely little piece of writing Heaven.

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    1. I have to say though I am referring to a different kind of peace ~ Thanks Matthew for the visit ~

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  7. the bed of snow seems a little cold, but you definitely warmed things up nicely. I hope the silence is sweet. lovely verse.

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    1. I use the bed of snow as a metaphor ~ Thanks for sharing your thoughts ~

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  8. Grace, this just took me to a place of peace. You write so beautifully. I especially like the silent drum. I think the waves of stillness passed over me. Thanks.

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  9. ...very intimate with nature... and the breasts empty of secrets so openly free and engaging...i'd like to hover and make a dance with my li'l birds feet... very soothing Grace...smiles...

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    1. Smiles back at you ~ I am dancing along too ~

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  10. rubbing oil and myrrh on my feet..love this...think i should get a foot massagage sometime soon..nice..love the closure as well

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    1. Foot massages would also be good..he..he..Thanks Claudia ~

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  11. so beautiful... love all the textures and then the final image...

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  12. So beautiful and peaceful...nice :)

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  13. Cool little capture of a moment!! :-)

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  14. lovely closing of the poem, Grace!

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  15. A sensual poem, lovely, thank you for sharing.

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  16. surely sensual and will make that snow melt, which is a big bonus.

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  17. Wow, this is an unexpected take on the prompt - and utterly lovely.

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  18. Peace and love and connection... this is so lovely, Grace. PEACE!

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/05/attitude-or-platitude/

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  19. Lovely use of metaphors, a beautiful write...

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  20. I can see myself melting into the snow! haha

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  21. The snow surprises me a little, but not the rest. Peace.

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  22. Beautiful and melodic, I see you also had a snow theme... there is something peaceful about it. Nice contrasts in images as well.

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  23. Beautiful the silence of that restless drum..and snow is the exact colour of peace. Lovely and lyrical.

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  24. As usual very sensual and poetic. Very romantic too!

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  25. very beautiful indeed.but with a sense of melancholy loss.lovely.

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  26. An interesting mix of sensory images.

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  27. Perfect silence. Now that is peace. Very nice!

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  28. Yes, a time of peace...so beautifully put, Grace. Love the ending...well, really, all of it.

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  29. Interesting portrayal of peace. I enjoyed reading this. Keep it up. :)

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  30. It is easy to fall asleep on a bed of snow, and the music heard there is from another world.

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  31. Beautiful and sensual - and I love peace coming when the shadows flee away!

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  32. Grace, this is just exquisite. It gives me a feeling almost mystical with language that touches on the classical.

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  33. ...until shadows flee...
    such beautiful imagery.

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  34. This is a peace past understanding. Beautiful combination of sensual and spiritual imagery.

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  35. So beautiful Grace--

    fingers bare of ink and seasonings

    cover my face with salt and thyme,

    Loved these lines especially

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  36. Beautiful indeed Grace. A pleasure to read.

    Anna :o]

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  37. Once peace is found, it is cherished, like the fallen snow.

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  38. Agh - I've lost my comment twice!

    What I said was that this was a very good poem for epiphany - but also that salt and thyme especially suggestive - like tears and time. k.

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  39. Laying down in the bed of snow kind of jarred my senses but this is a lovely description of peace once I get over the icy feeling! Nice write.

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  40. I just love it when I visit here. Lovely and suggestive, Heavan!

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  41. very nicely done. I really like the poetic take here. The metaphoric meeting the physical aspects in here are very good. Thanks

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  42. A really lovely response to the prompt. Excellently crafted.

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  43. This is amazing ... superbly written !!!

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  44. oh. my. god. grace.

    this is beyond beautiful. honestly.
    i loved these lines:

    my breasts empty of secrets,
    fingers bare of ink and seasonings

    grrr!

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