Angeline Haikutwinkle Poet Free verse

At the Summit

The golden sun greets the dewdrops forming in the eyes
Such a beautiful connection with the heavenly warmth from above
Meditating with the silent mountains breathing is the only sound
You hear the wind tugging at your hoodie tempting to topple you
You hold on with the gravity growing inside as each thought passes by
When the lips move to make a sound it simply evaporates into thin air
Water droplets floating upwards to the heavens to once again be clouds


Poem is inspired by  Erdenebulgan Photography 
(The photo showing a person sitting at the top of a summit looking to the rising sun)

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Timothy Hicks May 31, 2016 at 10:39 AM "The golden sun greets the dewdrops forming in the eyes" << This is a golden line to me! Very vivid opener. Awesome descriptive poem, Angie ... though I don't know about the actual photo you are talking about, it almost doesn't seem necessary, as you paint the scene rather vividly with your words ... the most beautiful things often evoke a sense of vertigo! PS. I replied to your Soup Mail message ... Angeline Haikutwinkle June 2, 2016 at 1:07 AM Thank you so much for the detailed comment. Feels good to be appreciated ;)