Robert Horton Poet Couplet

These Are Mountains

These Are Mountains 

Trying, failing, 
     second best, 

In front, behind, 
     betwixt, beyond

The also-rans 
     and hard pressed, 

Are destinations 
     of which I'm fond.

In love, out of love, 
     left behind 

Somewhere, nowhere
     and inbetween,

Where pity mongers 
     and unkind

Crowd the places 
     I have been. 

Happy, sad, 
     ambivalent, 

Up, down, 
     on level ground,

Incommunicado 
     and vigilant 

Are the hideaways 
    I have found.

Reaching high, 
     laying low, 

A puppeteer
     with costume torn, 

Bold as brass 
     and incognito 

Are all the faces 
     I have worn. 

Doubting feelings, 
     holding back, 

Weeping, laughing, 
     feeling sorry, 

Black is white 
     and white is black 

This is my fate 
     my life, a folly. 

Peace, happiness 
     and finding love, 

Seeking, keeping 
     and embracing time

To escape the gloom, 
     to rise above, 

But these are mountains 
     too high to climb. 

© RJVHorton2015

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