I sit
splayed on Adirondack chair,
porched on rustic cabin,
built on rustic site.
Vista before me,
cropped not by gilded frame
nor dimmed by darkened glass
or visor’s cap.
Sentinel woods stand tall,
surround calm rippled waters,
beckon bare feet to rough hewn dock
and yet I sit.
Adirondack sky stretches above me,
bluing clouds to their brightest white.
And I breathe, deeply,
deep green forest scent.
I sit quietly content,
imagine myself
as notes within the loons’ song.
Eyes closed, I drift within this space
and imagine myself to stay.
Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse where De asks us to write a poem that has to do with “blue.”
Photo taken this past week at Green Lake in the Adirondacks. I was indeed sitting on the porch of a rustic cabin at this beautiful remote site when I took this photo.
In the poem “blue” is used in the sense of “bluing.” According to Mrs. Stewart’s Bluing site, there are 300 shades of white; the most intense includes a slight hue of blue. Mrs. Stewart’s Bluing is a laundry aid used to “brighten whites.” Hence the idea of the blue sky making the clouds appear even more white!
imagine myself as notes within the loons’ song…oh my. Beautiful beyond imagining and such peace. I need some of that for myself…
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It was truly serene….a beautiful beautiful place. Sometimes we just need that wide open space, unplugged, to remind us of how beautiful this earth is.
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sMiLes my FriEnd
Lillian.. the Adirondack
mountains you mentioned
this morning took me higher
of course than i’ve been
in panhandle of
Florida flat
lands here..
but a share of
the same name
in chair here..
takes me to
the Blackwater
River where i was
raised in darkest
deepest black blue
River channel
of 80 feet
or so deep
back then
as mill town
ships with
black resin
from pine
trees brought milton wood..
but now the chair reminds me
of my Grandmother.. the white
one she painted there over and
over across the decades of a life
that retired early in her 50’s.. three
of her’s more i came to live
with some and see..
with mother and
sister with me..
i suppose it felt
like that chair
and she would
live there
forever.. the
house is gone..
the chair is gone
and with a lump
in my throat i
intimate she is
gone too.. but
the river is there..
the black deep blue
water and a Pecan
tree still stands where
my Grandmother’s spirit
as Adirondack mountain
of Love once stood
taller than
i thoughT
my spirit could ever sinG/
gRow.. she stArted painting
in her 60’s after her father died..
oil paintings from visual memories
after her sight was almost gone.. kinda like
the story of Beethoven composing after his
hearing was gone.. anyway.. i always wanted
to create too.. something more than school.. so
i suppose
i’ve inherited
her chair along
still with that deep
black blue water..
and pecan tree
River that i still
oft visit to
feel
her
Mountain spirit.. now..
thanks.. i can’t imagine
anyone wanting to make a buck
or a like or a follow off poEtry my
friend.. how valuable IS A memory
like this living again.. now.. just now.. painting water colors.. and wind.. for i..
Life iS iN the Loving.. as chairs gRow old and poEtry GRows more.. on.. iSREALnoW..:)
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Katie, there is so much beauty in your words. Can you please email me a landghallberg@gmail.com I would love to share a poem with you…..that I was just inspired to write.
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Thanks.. Sure i will..
SMiLes my friEnd..:)
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First off: “porched” as verb. Yes! YES.
Then, “Adirondack sky.” – the flow of those words together steals my breath.
And then, are you kidding me with “bluing”? (And your explanation of it, too!) WONDERFUL.
I simply love this, Lill. What a STUNNING photo, and place. There are just so many beautiful spills of color in the world. I want to live inside them all.
PS: (You need an “e” in your “breathe” up there. Right now it says “breath.”)
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Thank you thank you for your very kind words and most especially for the typo catch. Flying fingertips! 😦 Corrected now.
And yes….so many many beautiful places in this world!
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I love how you play with verbs, Lillian–and the take on blu-ing is just perfect. So glad you had such a wonderful time and thank you for sharing it with us.
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Thank you, Victoria. I think my favorite verb I’ve ever used was in a title “Ganache Me!” 🙂
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I remember that one! Loves me some funky (delicious) verbs! 🙂
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Love it. “So much depends on…” VERBS.
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Oh Lillian, what wonderful images. it reminded me of ‘On Golden Pond’.
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It was truly truly beautiful!
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This poem makes me relax! And takes me to a similar lake I love up in the Rockies. Such peaceful words.
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I’ve always loved the ocean — and all her moods. But this lake was just the epitomy of restfulness. 🙂
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Seems everyone is visiting a lake! I haven’t in years, but these lines bring back memories – I always enjoy listening to birds of all kinds:
imagine myself
as notes within the loons’ song.
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I’ll be visiting the blues in the morning. Looking forward to seeing the lakes of others 🙂
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I love your last verse. I could imagine myself “porched” there to stay too, Lillian. What a gorgeous view you had from your cabin. I find lakes much more peaceful than the ocean…each has their own energy and “blues” too. I caught your bluing reference to that laundry aid…I think my mother may have used that when I was a kid.
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So glad you enjoyed! It was truly a beautiful place.
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Oh gosh I absolutely love this 😀 such lush images in your verse Lillian ❤ just gorgeous!
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Green Lake with blue and the whitest white above 🙂
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I would imagine myself bluing, listening to loon’s song and getting stuck on that wonderful rustic area. If only, I could, smiles. Glad you had a rest and break Lillian.
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It was rejuvenating! 🙂
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Every poem I am reading on this theme is as wonderful than the next, and yours is no exception. This one resonates with me so deeply that I am yearning to be off to the cabin, lake, mountains…or all of the above. You really drew me in. Thanks,
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Happy to bring you along for a bit of respite and relaxation! 🙂 Plenty of room on the porch!
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Lovely poem and picture.
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Thank you!
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Gorgeous poem for gorgeous place. And the blue of the sky does indeed make the clouds appear whiter!
In my childhood, Mum would put a square of Reckitt’s Blue into the copper with the sheets. My job was to keep stirring with a long wooden stick (like an extra long wooden spoon) so that we wouldn’t get patches of actual blue on the white sheets.
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Ah that memory fits perfectly here! 🙂 Thanks for sharing and glad you enjoyed Green Lake with me.
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I can feel the tranquility of the Adirondacks, that fresh mountain air. This line just jumps off the page for me.
imagine myself
as notes within the loons’ song.
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The sound of the loon is absolutely magical! So glad you enjoyed.
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The poem makes me want to join you in your porch and enjoy the skies and the view. 😊
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Isn’t that the wonderful thing about the written word? You can just jump right in! 🙂
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Beautifully written! 🙂
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Thank you, Josslyn!
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“Eyes closed, I drift within this space
and imagine myself to stay.”
Ah, a truly relaxing piece. You took as to the green lake with your words, Lillian. Thank you. 🙂
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Plenty of room on the porch! 🙂 Happy to share this special place. Thank you for the kind words.
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Oh, I’d be honored. Thank you, Lillian. And you’re welcome. 🙂
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I felt as though I were relaxing there with you. So lovely and peaceful.
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So glad to share with you, Linda! Glad you enjoyed.
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Just beautiful….soothing and I want to be there. Just your words evoke a sentiment to uplift and sit there. LOL! Haven’t seen the Decks for many decades….but they are a magical place. You have evoked that magic with your poem.
Jane
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So glad to take you on a Green Lake visit! I’d never been to the Adirondecks until this visit. I was smitten! 🙂
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Oh what a lovely moment you’ve painted here. Of course your setting is already beautiful, but you have made it more so with the way you stitched your words. Makes me want to stay there too, watching the “bluing clouds to their brightest white” as they stretched across the sky. Thanks for sharing.
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So glad you enjoyed, Stacie! Nice to meet you here — you can share the porch with me any time 🙂
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You set the scene of a beautiful day in the Adirondacks. The sky blue the clouds. But the ending is my fav. Imaging to stay…bkm
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Yes! Supposed to hit 100 degrees today in Boston. Think I will just stare at this image and imagine myself back there! 🙂 Glad you enjoyed.
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I like the part about becoming part of the loons song. That sounds like the melding mind of nature
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Loons have a truly magical sound — a warbling that sounds like nothing else. Truly beautiful! So glad you enjoyed.
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I like the sound of nightbirds. We have one here that sounds like a whipporwill. Thank you
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I want to be here – it sounds glorious!
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It was! 🙂
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I love being out in nature. Lovely images.
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Scenes like this, days like this, just sitting on a rustic porch — food for the soul! Glad you enjoyed.
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Notes in a loon’s song. That is perfect! Love this image, Lillian!
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Thanks- glad you enjoyed!
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Love the bit about imagining yourself in the loon’s call.
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Thanks, Bryan. Have you heard a loon? Their call is absolutely magical!
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I have heard loons. Haunting and gorgeous!
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The best pleasures are those we can sit back and recognise – then they truly are absorbed and valued – your uplifting poem also fitted wonderfully with the profile photo of your feet! A lovely place to sit
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