Hidden
HIDDEN
On mountain top
none made a stop.
Sublime solitude all around.
Hard rigid rock
stubborn block
with wild glossy grasses
and all dry feral masses
prayed for noise and sound.
Peak left abandoned
No stone even turned
Neither animals wandered
nor birds ventured.
Traces of human steps not found.
Gentle breeze touching in gay,
Sun greeting with bright ray
can’t console rigid rock.
It longed for sound to knock.
Tiring monotony knew no bound.
A team of mountaineers came to trek.
Jubilant guys shout and break
peace and calmness
over all silence,
prevailing perfect and profound.
Cheerful guys played and wished to prolong
danced in frolic mood, sang song
screaming and clamor
in joyful glamour.
Noise of the crowd
running too loud.
Their laughter, yells yielded echo all around.
Hard heart of rigid rock melted in pleasure
discovering great glorious treasure,
now exact time to measure.
Instant responsive hidden echo in its surround
12/12/15
The Creative Collective Anthology Series Contest by Geraldine Taylor
Re-edited on 02/15/20
Third Place
Second Place
' "H"-Contest Old or New
by Constance La France
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