Dear Celestine,
Cliffside like half-sheared sheep,
clouds that diffuse when steeped,
steaming out the sky as snow, white-out
retracting your mountainous glow.
Oh Celestine,
The whole hillsides been bourgeoisied,
a golf course of putting greens,
your lake an evaporating puddle,
a watering hole for the overpowering jungle
barely reflecting back peaks and sky,
the unseen picture frames of our lives;
the wrapping paper of our dreams.
This poem is written for for Sarah’s Poetic’s topic on d’Verse tonight, which is the color blue. I was in awe of the blue mountains, sky, and lakes of Switzerland and that inspired this verse thinking about how blue frames everything.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I enjoyed your epistolary poem, especially the lines:
‘clouds that diffuse when steeped,
steaming out the sky as snow…’
and
‘your lake an evaporating puddle,
a watering hole for the overpowering jungle’.
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Thank you, very much, Kim.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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‘…the wrapping paper of our dreams…’ YES!!
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Thanks, Ron. Hope you receive nice presents that way as I do. 😀
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I am smitten by the last two lines and the photo you’ve illustrated your poem with. We are planning a trip that includes Switzerland in 2023….yes….we look that far ahead! This makes me want to shift it sooner on the calendar! 🙂
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It was breathtaking there. I just enjoyed the view, cowbells, crickets, and kind people.
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bourgeoisied, … how I love that word! Sad to think of the golf greens and the shrinking puddle, Happens everywhere, sad to say,.
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Thanks, Beverly. It felt like the most majestic view this past weekend , but also that it was changing, and not in a good way.
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Beautifully penned. Thank you. 💜
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Thank you, Jen. 😀
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🙂🦋
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Cliffside like half-sheared sheep … love that.
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Thank you. One of my favorite lines from this view as well. 😀
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Many people sit and watch the TV. To sit and watch this would be a dream come true. I love the photo!
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We do tend to spoil things. The natural world does not heed our “help”. (K)
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I liked blue as the wrapping paper! What a gorgeous photo, definitely the hillsides have been bourgeoisied! 😍
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Thank you, Tricia. Feels true and the sad, also.
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There’s definitely a blue note to this piece:
‘The whole hillsides been bourgeoisied,
a golf course of putting greens,
your lake an evaporating puddle,’
And now the glaciers are melting too. We’re doing our level best to destroy paradise.
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So sad, yes, and such a beautiful pallets we’ve been given to inspire us.
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a beautiful sad poem: the first and last lines are stunning: I would almost kill for lines like those 🙂
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Best comment. Thank you, John. I’m blushing and also making a mental note to hide all sharp objects around if we were ever write in these same space. 😉 The hillside made me do it,really, after a good few hours of being mesmerized by her.
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it is good to be mesmerized by good things and occasionally by ‘naughty’, transgressive things like the art work of John Currin —
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Wonderful blue hue of verse K!
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Thanks, Rob. 😀
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As always, with your poems, I find myself wanting to read it again and sop up those fabulously raw and perfect lines with whatever morsels of memory my brain still retains. Another beauty!
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This one was like a dippy egg; one location I wish I could soak up again and again. Thank you.😀
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Lovely poem, and a killer last line!
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Thank you very much, Sunra.
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It was the gold courses that stuck in my mind, and the clean, tidiness of it. The Swiss are very tidy.
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Yes, they seemed to be, even their hillsides. Thank you, Jane.
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I love how you address this to Celestine, I can almost imagine this to be written on a postcard… (after all on postcards the sky is always blue like that)
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It felt like being in a postcard there. Dreamy, and Celestine-the perfect female blue name, I think. Thanks, Björn.
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