Paloma P Poet Epic

All Encompassing

It was a romantic endeavor
this quest for vaporous ridges,
as an adventurous spirit crested
already reaching dizzying altitudes,
short of vital breath & intensely high,
yet, there was no returning as the
summit was a mere birds-eye view,
it was the last chance to achieve
brass ring elevations mid skies'
survival beyond boundless frontiers,
towering strength and determination
overcoming fears whilst lack of oxygen 
was a matter of achieve/die, win/be buried
ultimate goal was furthermost zenith, 'til
 Mt Everest in its infinite nature took grasp of
life and climber's deathly eminent boundaries, 
while its unreckonable power commanded an
unsurmountable frigid avalanche 'neath violent deadlocks,
encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions

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Freddie Robinson Jr. November 14, 2016 at 6:55 PM This poem encompasses the agony and the ecstasy of love. Beautiful prose, Paloma. Your pen bespeaks your poetic talent. Mighty fine write. Love always, lady.

Tim Smith October 17, 2016 at 1:15 PM I guess the adrenaline rush is enough to cloud the fear of death. Wonderful poem. Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM Takes an adrenaline junkie, you're right, thanks Tim.

Daniel Turner October 17, 2016 at 9:15 AM I have fallen from the mountain a few times, twice from it's summit. I survived but it left me permanently injured. Beauty of a metaphor, Paloma:):) Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 11:51 AM Ouch that smarts, and I know exactly what you mean. :) Thanks Daniel!

Probir Gupta October 17, 2016 at 6:37 AM A lovely summit indeed ... dangerous though it may be ... a bliss to be upon ... very cleverly brought out ... beautifully too... and the captcha reads BAN ... Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 6:47 AM Many thanks Probir, catphca knows best. :)

Chris Green October 17, 2016 at 6:09 AM I've climbed this mountain enough times (too many) to realize that getting to the top is a difficult expedition but falling off and landing with a thud on the other side always seems to be so easy. At least for me. This was very deep Paloma and unfortunately I can relate. beautifully written as always. Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 6:46 AM I'm pretty sure you're not talking about Mt Everest, thanks for the insightful critique Chris.

White Wolf October 17, 2016 at 6:03 AM What an epic! You are an awesome writer Paloma./|\ Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 6:45 AM Wow, thanks ever so kindly Rick!

Sara Kendrick October 17, 2016 at 5:59 AM "encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions"...Sometimes we do dream of a higher plane and only fly like the chickens..What is sadder than that is to have no dreams at all..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for dropping by..Sara Paloma P October 17, 2016 at 6:44 AM 'Fly like chickens' perfect analogy, thanks Sara.