Her beauty makes the mountains blush,
the clouds carve a heart to offer her
as tribute when the tuxedoed evening comes.
These days, I can’t see hearts or stars
through the city’s halo,
and these memories fade like scars
as I follow the brain’s breadcrumbs–
frozen roses, chocolate ladybugs
both lead me back to Lake Sarnen.
A guest to the nuptials of calm waters
and constellations, amidst
cool sips of craft beer;
the silence of civil consideration,
and one universal truth:
heaven is a hammock
on a hillside; a place
beside you.
© khartless 2022, All Rights Reserved
My photograph taken May 2021.
This poem is written for Flashback Friday #54 Heaven is a Place on Earth which asks us to write about a place we consider close to heaven. While living in Germany, I took two trips to Switzerland. Both times were breathtaking adventures, peaceful and rejuvenating, and this place, in particular, was really heaven on earth.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
a ripper of a poem; it takes off when the ‘tuxedoed evening’ comes in —
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Why, thank you, John. This stunning lake is a special memory.
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Gorgeous poetry, K. “I can’t see hearts or stars
through the city’s halo,
and these memories fade like scars” That’s my fav line, though they all speak to me.
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I am so glad you enjoyed this memory and those images. Some places do make us breathless, no? Do you have a place in mind that would be heaven on earth to you?
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Oh, yes, some places do make us breathless. Oh, indeed, I do. An early morning hike in the mountains, a little mist, waterfalls, just as the sun is coming up, and light is filtering in through the canopy of trees, not too many people around, quiet. Is beautiful. Also, the ocean at sunest and sunrise, by myself, watching the sun rise and or set, listening to the ocean come in and go back out. Just like that. Those are two. 💜
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Waterfalls, oh it’s been too long. Great choices, Jeff, and thank you for sharing.
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Ah, been a little while for me too. You’re welcome, K. Always. Happy weekend, my dear friend.
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Absolutely beautiful, K.Love it.💕
“heaven is a hammock
on a hillside; a place
beside you.” ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you kindly, Grace. Somedays, I swing there mentally just waiting for a chance to return. I would love to hold up there one year and write a novel with that beauty as a backdrop.
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Truly my pleasure. That sounds absolutely wonderful.💕
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Can’t take my eye off with that image.
The hillside ❣️
Beautifully written
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Yes, I feel the same. When you see it in person, it doesn’t sink in fully, but when I revisit my photographs from that place, I am in awe. Thanks for reading and commenting here, Ritish.
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I loved the natural beauty of Switzerland.
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Yes, and to think it wasn’t really on my original list of must-dos. But, it was destiny these awe-inspiring lakes and my pen flourished around them.
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Lovely poetry and I can live with that universal truth too! 💖
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Thank you kindly, Hobbo. With all the great man-made sights in the world to take in, there is nothing still that rivals, to me, what was naturally formed.
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Agreed. Nature trumps endeavour every time.
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This is just fabulous. A really gorgeous photo (wow!) and a beautiful, sensual poem. I love the ending so much.
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Many thanks, Worms. One of my favorite things about the blogosphere is getting to bask in the beauty of so many different places, including the ones in the photos you share.
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This was such an ethereal magic piece! Your beautiful choice of imagery is so enchanting to read ❤
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Thank you kindly, Tom. This place, well, if you can get there, you must. Not far from Lucerne. I would love to write a novel, get snowed in there a season (or two) sometime in the future. 💜
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‘Heaven is a hammock on a hillside; a place beside you’ – Like Worms, I love these ending lines. Hope you’re able to get back to the lake one day.
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Thank you. 😃I can definitely picture spending several seasons there, a writer’s paradise.
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Beautiful
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