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A Want To Climb

One day I started climbing; without question I climbed. Until finally I had reached the peak of Mt. Everest. I wanted to beat my breastbone yell like Tarzan King of the Apes. But... I saw a tree. IT! was the highest peak. I climbed. “Ta da"! But... there was an escarpment, higher. I climbed. Once again I... But... Stairs, stairs at the end of the land. I climbed Reached the top of the stairs. But... I saw a huge bird. “I can go higher” I told myself. I reached up with my arms, miraculously the bird accepted my hands. We reached the space beyond Earth's pull; there my magical friend released me. I kept floating up until I reached a tunnel in space, a hole on an incline that led up. I climbed! For an eternity, maybe longer. The higher I got... nothing. An enormous amount of nothing. I was going nowhere and I was doing it in record time. Then... Then I stopped. I mean I hit the brakes, reflected on my journey. The wildlife? Had I done damage? The escarpment? What was the vegetation, were there flowers? I should of gone barefoot felt the land under my feet; smelled the coffee. Were those really stairs I climbed? Was it friends and associates I was stepping on? I opened my eyes. The climb was like trying to walk to the end of the horizon. All leading to more vast “I don’t know what” but definitely up. “No!” I said aloud. “So what!” I whispered. So... I slid down the best slide you ever saw. I felt like a child again, I could see, smell, feel and hear, I could taste the sweetness of freedom in the air. I love sweets. So... Now, back to my land I plant myself firmly. I am one with all, a Giant Redwood surrounded by other Redwoods. I am at peace. Here, at the bottom of everything is my highest point. I bask in the heat of the sun. Feed from the richness of the land. Drink the cold water gifted to me by the skies above. What an incredible sense of strength I feel comfortable in my own bark. Just happy to be rooted. Now... I am the smallest tree But... growing. Fulfilled, satisfied just “to be”!
09/20/2014
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Onclaud Avatar
October 12, 2014 at 2:36 PM
you are hit with this creative monologue, Maurice.. wow, how splendid!... a round of cheers on your big win!
Dietrich Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 5:51 PM
So glad to see you on the winners' list. I can never win with this guy, so it's good that I see some of my friends are on here!! Congratulations, you deserved it.
Guzzi Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 4:17 PM
Just loved taking the trip with you I'm faving this one! Congrad's on your win, Light & Love
Allison Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 11:33 AM
I agree with Earl it should have placed higher - wonder who you will point the finger at for this? brilliant write my friend you inspire me with your creativity:-) hugs Jan xxx
Schumacker Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 9:57 AM
Hi Maurice, Epic journey. I enjoyed the trip up and down. Great poem. Great win. You should have gotten a higher placement in the contest in my opinion. Have a nice week end. Earl
Meier-Hans Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 9:35 AM
I'm sure you have grown immensely from this Maurice. The secret to life is finding what is most important. Congratulations on your winning poem.
A. Sharma Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 8:18 AM
An urge to climb higher n higher is very much humane Maurice! So well penned my friend! But as I feel it's so lonely up there, I am never keen on climbing too high! Congrats on huge win!
Lawless Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 7:11 AM
I'LL HAVE WHAT HE'S HAVING. Nicely done Maurice
Callus Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 6:06 AM
Congratulations on your win Maurice! The urge to 'climb' is a very common trait in us human beings. The problem is that some find it hard to stop climbing and are never satisfied. Of course, the higher we climb, the bigger the fall! // paul
Guzzi Avatar
September 23, 2014 at 4:52 PM
What a journey! and the truth is so clear at the end, one time I was hugging a tree [really] trying to feel its chi and I felt overcome by a sense of home. I thought how wonderful it must be to never worry about FINDING HOME [where is it? what will home be for me?] Trees are alive they 'talk' through their roots to each other [never doubt - trees know] Light & Love
Yvonne Avatar
September 23, 2014 at 7:33 PM
I love these words, I so agree with you.
Smith Avatar
September 21, 2014 at 5:32 AM
Stop giving me the finger... A remarkable journey
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 6:03 PM
The poem or when I gave you the finger!
Vaso Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 11:09 PM
I cant quite put my finger on why, but this is a great poem! Very creative!!
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 6:03 PM
Do you think it might have anything to do with the silver hands in the picture. Just saying.
Dietrich Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 9:56 PM
Also, such a creative way to do that challenge.
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 11:57 AM
More Hugs!
Dietrich Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 9:55 PM
WOWOWOW. Forget all those guys saying "climb the highest mountain" and "find your dreams" you speak to what IS and what should be, We should just be happy to be!!!Well, I know I am!!! Loved seeing this one tonight!!
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 11:56 AM
Thanks Andrea. Hugs.
Carroll Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 4:09 PM
Extremely creative!
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 5:59 PM
Thanks Ken. I hope it is alright to call you by your first name.
Lawless Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 3:48 PM
Ah, another chapter in the "no matter where I go, there I am" search. George Carlin did a comedy routine on "Stuff". It was far less majestic than this poem but pretty funny. Nicely written and conceived entry. I fear we will all be looking up at it as it sits atop the pinnacle of the contest winners list.
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 5:58 PM
I love George Carlin.
Onclaud Avatar
September 20, 2014 at 3:42 PM
you really played with this one like a child with curious imaginings, Maurice... great ending.. hugggs
Yvonne Avatar
September 22, 2014 at 5:58 PM
nette, you were my first. the first to comment on this write. always happy to see you.
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