Provincetown Pilgrimage

I mellow in my Provincetown days.
I watch and listen to the ocean tides,
their fidelity to lunar rhythms.
My body rests in this place.

Skies often pastel my respite.
Blushing dawns. Tinted sunsets.
Sherbet orange melts into lemon yellow.
Pinks blur into shades of grey and soft orchid.

I’m struck by how colors blend here.
As if the palette is tipped
just ever so slightly
and delineations disappear.

For two weeks every year,
I leave the world behind.
I do not come to recharge;
quite the opposite.
I simply come to be.

Written from Boston, having recently returned from our annual two weeks in Provincetown. Posted for OLN at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe.

Apologies for those who have been reading a lot of my poetry about Provincetown the past two weeks….this is the last one for this year. I promise!

This photo was taken on one of my last mornings there this year. Somehow Provincetown IS an artist’s palette. The challenge is to recreate it in words. No photoshopping here….it really looked like this. Mother Nature a la the impressionist painter? Until next year…..

20 thoughts on “Provincetown Pilgrimage

  1. Nancy Jahnke September 29, 2021 / 8:39 am

    So beautiful! So glad you two go to PTown every year just to BE (still)…

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  2. Joyce Pittman September 29, 2021 / 5:00 pm

    Gorgeous photo from your deck. How you must anticipate those annual 2 week visits. Retirement is wonderful.

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  3. Ingrid September 30, 2021 / 3:11 pm

    I don’t think you could fail to be inspired by such wonderful scenery! Delightful, Lillian!

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  4. Ron. September 30, 2021 / 3:20 pm

    Beautiful words, photography, imagery, Lillian. Welcome back. Thanks for the share(s).

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  5. msjadeli September 30, 2021 / 3:37 pm

    I love how you describe the nature of the ocean’s “fidelity to lunar rhythms.” It feels to me that you disappear into your environment there, like the colors of the sky merge into each other. Beautiful poem, Lill.

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  6. fireblossom32 September 30, 2021 / 3:39 pm

    “Be here now,” the zen master says. 😉

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  7. merrildsmith September 30, 2021 / 3:58 pm

    It’s lovely to have a place and time just to be! And it looks so beautiful there, too.

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  8. Rafia Bilkis September 30, 2021 / 4:32 pm

    ‘I simply come to be’ so simply freeing. Beautiful ❤

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  9. Glenn A. Buttkus September 30, 2021 / 5:00 pm

    You have created a safe haven, and how wonderful you repeat the experience annually. Your color palette is marvelous. Just being you for any amount of time is the grandest of blessings.

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  10. Ain Starlingsson September 30, 2021 / 5:42 pm

    Incredibly vivid imagery….enjoyed very much.

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  11. Xan September 30, 2021 / 6:30 pm

    Midwesterners don’t really have places like the Cape–we have our favored vacation spots and beaches (yes we have beaches because of all the giant inland seas), but nothing quite so recognizable and iconic is the Cape. thanks for the little trip into your recharge!

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  12. Truedessa September 30, 2021 / 9:13 pm

    A place to simply be, that is wonderful indeed.

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  13. Hank Kaykuala September 30, 2021 / 10:12 pm

    The beauty of retirement. One gets to decide where to go and when. Princetown is a good bet!
    Beautiful poem and a beautiful place, Lillian!

    Hank

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  14. writingwhatnots October 1, 2021 / 3:09 am

    I can see from the photo why you have been inspired to write such a poem – both are beautiful.

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  15. Dora October 1, 2021 / 1:40 pm

    Lillian,
    What a treat to drink in this sense of being through your words! Ah! That felt good.
    pax,
    dora

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  16. paeansunplugged October 1, 2021 / 2:41 pm

    “simply come to be” how wonderful to leave behind everything to just be in this idyllic place!

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  17. Mary (tqhousecat) October 1, 2021 / 8:29 pm

    I used to have family in Ptown and I miss visiting there. The narrow streets, and the wide assortment of life and the salty water. And lobster! We ate plenty of lobster!

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  18. Mother Wintermoon October 2, 2021 / 12:34 am

    Gorgeous thoughts, poetry and imagery, Lillian. A great place to just be. So glad I found your blog again. 🙏

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