Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

Sweet Solace - Poem by Ernestine Northover

Heart shaped stones held in one’s hands,
are so soothing to the touch,
Said to free our thoughts from stress,
As with fingers we caress
them. Each warming in one’s clutch.

With surfaces silky smooth,
they’re such very restful things.
Coloured in some varied hues,
Streaked with gold, and subtle blues,
Their presence sweet solace brings.

Gently turning them around,
on a moist and supple palm.
Clears the brain, ending worries,
Stop’s one’s odd nervous flurries,
leaving the whole body calm.

Clasping them, one’s inner soul’s
released from all its pressure.
Therapy for a fraught mind,
Banishing tears and fears combined,
With a skilful force majeure.

© Ernestine Northover

Comments about Sweet Solace by Ernestine Northover

  • (3/29/2008 7:34:00 PM)

    It's amazing how the mind stills when the hands are active - your stones (like a rosary perhaps) enable you to let go of the mind's silly games and invite the soul to reveal itself. Your words never fail to stir the heart and your expert use of poetic form adds depth and dignity to your penning. Lovely poem. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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  • (3/29/2008 6:32:00 PM)

    This is so calming, I could almost hear you reading that one Ernestine, beautiful, , beautiful flow to this fine piece

    Take care

    Ernestine = Brilliant refined lady of words

    Love duncan X
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  • (3/29/2008 5:53:00 PM)

    Solace indeed....Just reading it aloud is calming. Very nice.

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  • (3/29/2008 5:52:00 PM)

    Brings solice to the heart and mind.
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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (3/29/2008 5:51:00 PM)

    Warm, and striking imagery highlight this no-faux gem of expression...Very Fine penning, as always, young lady of the winsome word!

    ~ FjR ~
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  • (3/29/2008 5:44:00 PM)

    Very touching and beautiful. May sweet solace always be yours, Ernestine.

    Warm regards,

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  • (3/29/2008 5:37:00 PM)

    Smooth words shaped as hearts, turn in mind's palms as cares depart.
    Thank you Ernestine, David
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

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