Caroline Cécile Delacroix Poet Quatrain

Unlimited

Silently standing proud, so tall
Its peaks search the ski's prophesy   
Inspiring souls to be quite bold
To be filled with their majesty.

What kind of stress did it all take?
How long, how much devastation?
How many earthquakes did it take?
To reach their emancipation.

To look at you, leaves me in awe
Moved by your extreme reverence
And all the potential yet to know
That lives within each existence.

Including my own, when climbing,
Walls, high as their rocky boulders
Reaching, looking for sure footing
Beating temperatures much colder.

Wishing so many times to quit
Loosing faith, hope and the patience
One will need to be equipped with
Till their wisdom's my allegiance.

Remember what started it all 
Remember the dream, the love felt
Skies, unlimited, now you know
The limits were your own concepts.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.10.11

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July 8, 2011 at 4:53 PM So much depth in this poem for the reader to ponder about. Nice use of rhyme and imagery. Thank you for your kind comment. Keep on writing. Karen

Gert W. Knop June 25, 2011 at 10:53 AM Bonsoir Caroline! J'aime lire aujourd'hui en début de soirée ton poème! Malheureusement j'ai encore des gros problèmes avec ma main droite et le bras droit. The physiotherapy did not render any success (right side) and on July 1st I'll have my first treatment for my left shoulder. I hope you are feeling well and will have a great Sunday. Take care und alles Gute! Gert

Robert A. Dufresne June 16, 2011 at 4:09 AM I''m with Carolyn on this one of yours also. It took us on a journey A well symphonated metaphrical piece filled with philisophical and material imagery. ... whew! lots of big words for me first thing in the morning ... but your poem brought it on! I'd better get a coffee before my brain suffers a burn out! : ) nice job Caroline and I get what you mean about different forms. You are right.

Carolyn Devonshire June 12, 2011 at 3:33 PM In the beginning you had me thinking about the glaciers that cut the giant peaks at Yosemite, Caroline. Then you took me on an upward journey through life. Sometimes we struggle and want to give up, but we are indeed only limited by our own concepts. Excellent poem with a brilliant closing line. Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich June 11, 2011 at 10:15 PM this is really nice, Caroline. I enjoyed reading this one. I too was struck by the same line that richard liked right below me here!

Richard Moriarty June 10, 2011 at 9:26 PM "the limits were your own concepts"...wonderful expression - thanks for the writing

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 10, 2011 at 2:32 PM such intensity Caroline and such beauty pervades throughout this lovely poem.. parallels to emotions with the mountains and rocks and ski is superb my friend... your wanting to quit I so relate to .. loosing faith at times too.. hope and the patience ..I luv that part.. and then wisdom makes it all work.. utterly beautiful..

Dr.Ram Mehta June 10, 2011 at 1:53 PM Very very inspiring and devotional write, Caroline