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.
mishunderstood 
Loving this…..the hiking, the stopping to inhale and feel….and the unburdening of cares and worries. Bliss.
Ah, this feels like a long sigh in the warm sun. I love the peeling away of fears and sorrows.
What a wonderful way of losing the sorrows… nature has a great way of making things good.
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!
I like the thought of the fears and sorrows being left on the mesa.
This is so calm and peaceful Mish.
I enjoyed your use of alliteration in this one.
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.
What a calming place. Nice that the fears are “flaking” away.
I like this idea of peeling away your fears and laying them out on the mesa. Nature can definitely rejuvenate us!
I like what you do with your fears and sorrows!
A wonderful description of a cleansing moment
Luv the layers of soaring and conquering fear
Much❤love
I love this!
“fears flaking
sorrows shedding”
Sounds like a beautiful climax to climb!
I have made climbs where I peeled layers of myself. Yes, to inhale that indigo sky really is a breath of wonder.
Lovely poem.
“politely peeling the pieces”…the gentle persuasion of the sun. Lovely piece!
Peeling fears away… an interesting concept. Fear has a hard time holding it power in the light of day!
“politely peeling the pieces
fears flaking”
Such a clever and tender way of using the word. Beautiful, Mish!
Lovely, just lovely. I especially like these lines,
“wrapping me lukewarm
politely peeling the pieces”
A beautiful letting go Mish, I love how the sun is ‘politely peeling the pieces’ xxx
This is beautiful, descriptive, and peaceful. I felt there myself, peeling away sorrows and finding healing.
sounds so rewarding .. a real sense of peace 🙂