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after the climb

I rest

inhaling indigo

of cloudless skies

exhaling all but my soul

the sun is an ocean

wrapping me lukewarm

politely peeling the pieces

fears flaking

sorrows shedding

I lay them out

stone cold on the mesa

to wilt and wither

 

 

 

A “quadrille” consists of 44 words, not including the title. It is a favourite form over at dVerse Poets Pub. This week we are including the word “peel”. I am pleased to be your host. Feel free to join in. Doors open at 3 p.m.

24 responses »

  1. Loving this…..the hiking, the stopping to inhale and feel….and the unburdening of cares and worries. Bliss.

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  2. Ah, this feels like a long sigh in the warm sun. I love the peeling away of fears and sorrows.

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  3. What a wonderful way of losing the sorrows… nature has a great way of making things good.

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  4. I love the peacefulness of ‘inhaling indigo / of cloudless skies / exhaling all but my soul’ and the sun ‘politely peeling the pieces’. What a way to rid oneself of fear and sorrow!

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  5. I like the thought of the fears and sorrows being left on the mesa.

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  6. This is so calm and peaceful Mish.

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  7. I enjoyed your use of alliteration in this one.

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  8. Glenn A. Buttkus

    Many of us have been there with you, in the foothills, or the forests, or the canyons and mesas. Such a lovely jaunt and a hopeful message.

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  9. What a calming place. Nice that the fears are “flaking” away.

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  10. I like this idea of peeling away your fears and laying them out on the mesa. Nature can definitely rejuvenate us!

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  11. I like what you do with your fears and sorrows!

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  12. A wonderful description of a cleansing moment

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  13. Luv the layers of soaring and conquering fear

    Much❤love

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  14. I love this!

    “fears flaking

    sorrows shedding”

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  15. Sounds like a beautiful climax to climb!

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  16. I have made climbs where I peeled layers of myself. Yes, to inhale that indigo sky really is a breath of wonder.

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  17. “politely peeling the pieces”…the gentle persuasion of the sun. Lovely piece!

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  18. Peeling fears away… an interesting concept. Fear has a hard time holding it power in the light of day!

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  19. “politely peeling the pieces
    fears flaking”

    Such a clever and tender way of using the word. Beautiful, Mish!

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  20. Lovely, just lovely. I especially like these lines,
    “wrapping me lukewarm
    politely peeling the pieces”

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  21. A beautiful letting go Mish, I love how the sun is ‘politely peeling the pieces’ xxx

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  22. This is beautiful, descriptive, and peaceful. I felt there myself, peeling away sorrows and finding healing.

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  23. sounds so rewarding .. a real sense of peace 🙂

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