Each month, write a new collection.
I’d like to leave an imprinton the world, in the sand,something that could harden,become part of the thin veneer,the sedimentary rocks.But the sign says, “leave no trace.”And when I reach the top, the crazy windmoves all the dust except what remains firm under my feet.The difference between breathing airand becoming an impressionis wafer thin, transparent almost.Most mountains hold few fossils.They shed them like skin, erode them like habit.The human instinct is to climb to the highest peak,pick off the glints of briars, the silences and regrets,and watch them fall. But they never land solid anywhere.When I start back down the trail, my footprintsare half gone before I’ve disappeared.As each foot thuds the forest floor,the landscape rushes up and swallows me.Time likes to save soft things, proofs of what she couldn’t say.I’m waiting as fast as I can.
oh do i love that ending. "time likes to save soft things...." nice.
Yeah, "I'm waiting as fast as I can." That's beautiful! Wonderful piece!
The Jungfrau versus the World Trade CenterNot a fair comparison becauseOf the inevitable mourning of those 2Truly ugly buildings, but there it is —On one hand — the vertiginous feel of being on the roofOf that big white tombstone (even then it Felt deadly, to be honest) and on the otherHand —Standing on top of the mountain withYou in Switzerland. We weren’t getting alongAt that moment but the air was brilliant cold clean and fresh—I was so thin then too — I can see myself close to perfect in the picturesThat you took. I looked out shivering over jagged snowy peaks—The home of frankenstein’s creature, although I didn’tKnow that yet. Hadn’t read the book. Things feltPossible, light, and my feet felt planted on solid groundEven if that earth was stuck way high in the air.Compare that with my nausea on top of the center With the french friends exclaiming over the view.I had to go back inside and get on the elevator —Which took forever. It’s a dangerous building my dadSaid even in the 80’s. You can’t get down fast enough.We lingered at the Jungfrau for hours despite the wind,Munching chocolate watching the clouds hurtle pastSensing the world persistent, safe, though distant, underneath bearing us up, keeping us still.
I love the complexity of the moment and the emotions here. A really and truly beautiful poem!
The Kites of SespeWind rushes through the canyonthe dust billows and churns around mea terracotta landscape, unmovedthough distant brush sways and fluttersA black speck appears on the horizonCoasting on the fast moving ribbons of airit grows in mass, as it draws closercutting the sky with nine foot wingsIt's joined by another flyerthey embark on an aerial dance above meswooping and looping, dipping and divingthe Fred & Ginger of the atmosphereThey are close enough to see their facesnaked and red, leathered by the sunpatches of white against gleaming black feathersand talons left over from the age of dinosaursPumping those massive wings, they risecatching another invisible current in the skyendangered, beautiful, dangerous and majesticthe kites of Sespe soar
Love this poem and I love love love your use of language!
very powerful and gorgeous.
The green PointThere use to be a cabinwhere we would go forfamily reunions and just get away fromthe hustle and bustleThere use to be a walk we tookdown from the back porch to the cleared out area a half mile downthrough the trees and forestIt was called the green pointWe would take that hike and seethe veiw into the San Bernardino ValleyThis was our cabin until the fire came andthey had to use the highway going up as afire breakOne time, when we took the walk to look downinto the valley below, we could see the smog leveland you could actually see a line where the smog met fresh air. As the years rolled by, we couldsee this smog line get higher and higheras if the whole basin was filling up and comingto where we were retreating to in the safe zoneBut, the smog was only a part of why we feltabove it all and on top of the worldWe use to enjoy the cabin at Lake Arrowheadwith our dad. My two sisters and I were on top of the world when it came to being with himHe saved us from the coyote that wandered to the point while we were hiking down thereHe threw some rocks at it and scared it away. Later, I realize the coyote would have grabbed one of us younger and slower preyfor a meal and taken us awayOur dad saved us He was king of the worldand we were his precious subjectsHe never knew he was the kingbut he was On top of the worldto us
Great poem man. I love the discussion of your dad!
very interesting. some great moments. and a compelling story, for sure.
top of the worldmy last vacationas a single man(though I didn’t know it)camping in theAngeles National Forestthis was whenyou could driveup Highway 39 toAngeles Crest HighwayI set up my tentgot out my foodand my stack of bookstwo weeks aloneI was good atignoring mycamping neighborsone day I tooka hike up thetrail to theback of the mountainsspent the dayat the topof the mountainsthe desert atthe back ofthe mountainsin full viewthat was itI was ready tocome back downfinish my vacationreading my booksin my front yard
Love it. I just went up to Crystal Lake recently and it was dry!
"that was it" -- great energizing shift of perspective.
alone insidemy mindeyes openclosed tosightsaround mefloatingaboveinside mecontentin myrevery
wasn't happy with the first one
Thomas I like the first one a lot, the ending signals a change the speaker seems ready for but doesn't know it fully yet. Nice!
Thanks, I may just need to clean it up a bit on the middle.
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Good observation Marie!
It becomes a mood thing. The second one shows how I am on a closed mindset, and I'm not pleased with any of my work. If wrangled well a negative mindset can result in really good work.
Better late than never? Admittedly these last two prompts have caught me in a down time. I hope my mood isn’t contagious.At the TopAt this elevation myBody quivers and meltsLike the last of the snow.I gulp every thin gust of air(It always runs out.)I dance with others and Spy on those who live Atop the high mountain.The other shoe drops andSignals a downward spiral.I recognize others (Ignored on my way up) As they await the next updraft.I take my place at theBack of the line andGlimpse the sunset.Carole Avila7/8/15
Great stuff, Carole!
San DiegoThe San Diego Wild Animal Park makes me laugh.Okay, rather, the thought ofOr concept of such a place combined with the memory of visiting there, is terribly, terribly funny, even hilarious.I've always wanted to ride a real hot air balloon, a beautiful one like they have in New Mexico.But, I got a cheap imitation.I got to ride the hot air balloon that risesSeveral hundred feet in the air at the park. That was fun.I felt so high in the airAlmost void of fear.It was a humble and adorable gift.At least I got to go on the ride.I'm sure as lot of families dont get to,And have to walk by it apologizing to their children and themselves.So I should be thankful for my time on top of the world...I did get to see it afterall.
Ha! I'm so scared of heights myself, I never see these things!
You're scared of heights?! That's really too bad. The higher the better for me, I love heights...such an adrenaline rush, its very exhilarating and beautiful.