A Sliver Against The Trees

A Sliver Against The Trees

A Poem by icelandicblue

Twilight, the most bewitching

of moments, where colors spill

from a painter’s palette and

fill the sky with the heated hues,

that blaze beyond my myopic world.

 

Fall’s frigid air thick and heavy

displaces my weariness.

I am Sisyphus cursed

with a burdensome stone

burnished smooth by insanity.

 

Here in the betwixt

I am at my most content.

Free from harsh daylight and

the deadened cloak of night

I linger, a sliver against the trees,

 

reveling in this limbo hour

where demands lie still and

the beat of my heart slows

allowing a deep fresh breath

 

…of nothing.

 

© 2013 icelandicblue


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Occasionally you come a across a poem that you relate to on the deepest level and can't explain why. Sometimes contentment feels like nothing to me...a quick fix until that stone picks up steam and makes it way back down. Wonderful work here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks...just nothing is better than angst and anxiety. I don't reach for happiness anymore I just c.. read more
The end of the day, naturally, is when time can catch it`s "deep fresh " breath, when cats clean their fur and drain their minds of thought. You evoked all of the calm of "Twilight, the most bewitching of moments", Anne. Bravo. P.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

HiYa Pete,

So good to see you and I appreciate your thoughts. Thanks so much.
Striking and beautiful imagery of my favorite hour of the day. The relief and liberation are palpable as is the ephemeral nature of all such spiritual oases. Love the image "Here in the betwixt." It's an evocative phrase that also has a nice mouth feel to it.

Couple of word choices are a little off. I'd say "blaze" is a little too much for the soft blending colors of twilight and "hewed" is probably too active a verb for what you're intending to convey. Unless you want to suggest the image of someone actively hacking away at the stone, "worn" may be more appropriate.

Very nicely done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your suggestions. I will change hewn/hewed- I struggled with the tense to burn.. read more
icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

In addition the sky was ablaze with color and the trees stood as dark silhouettes beside it- it was .. read more
The moonlight is always such a nice setting. The quiet allows us time away from the craziness of life. Love the poem and the title.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

You are too kind. Thanks Relic.
Your insanity must be a better quality than mine, everything it touches becomes ragged and rough, but that just makes things easier to grab onto. Your twilight sounds like a marvelous time to be.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

I think it depends on how long you've been insane. This particular twilight was simply magical. Than.. read more
Sometimes, we just need to breath nothing, and nothing at all, dear Anne, ah your words, are intelligent, rich, and full of gorgeous metaphor.... So one with the season, and yourself in this one.

I could vividly imagine you there... and see your breath as chilly fog dancing at night...

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Elisa for that lovely review. Sometimes nothing is all we need.

11 Years Ago

So true, nothing can be everything... I hear you xx
How we savor those moments which are often too far and in-between when we can just let go of the cares of the world and embrace the tranquility of such a brief time! Your words are so ever lovely and take me into the forest of "leave your cares behind" where found is a sliver of peace.
Your descriptions are beautiful and paint such lovely images!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sheila. We do need those serene moments.
This is an incredible poem, I love this line:
Free from harsh daylight and
the deadened cloak of night
I linger, a sliver against the trees,

very nice poetry here. Much enjoyed> Trace

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Hi Trace,

How nice to see you and for your kind comment. I'm happy you liked those line.. read more
Twilight is the time when many of us have a drink and kick back a bit, reveling in the time in between work and sleep. I enjoyed this one very much, Anne. Beautifully as written, as usual.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Joyce, it is my favorite time of day.
In that in-between, the day is past, the dawn is future, and that breath of nothing is just what we need. Lovely imagery here, Blue!

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

What a poetic response and so true! Thank you Rita.

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