Sometimes we find the strangest things about.
Like polka-dot turtle shells or diamond studded tree roots.
Occasionally grace is given to those who can see a teddy bear tree.
Disguised as a round clump of prickly ends that sit high up on leaves until the
arms and legs extend.
When the teddy bear tree started to grow...
Oh, I didn't know what to think.
Now most curtain climbers can't see a teddy bear tree.
They miss the most unusual things like...the rainbows end, soft wind in their
ear, orange spray from a peel, and talking about what is not real.
Dreamers see the soft end bear.
Plant the seeds and you will see a teddy bear tree and me.
Rugged cliffs against the mountain face
Shown rising from the morning’s mists,
Silvery tan like discarded slate sparkling
Residue of mica in the mineral-rich stone.
Climbers shinny up the mountain face
Slowly, cautiously moving toward a goal,
The summit beckoning to a victory won
Breathless and weary they upward climb.
written March 20, 2022
To be ordinary is extraordinary,
To be still is a mad endeavour,
To be sad is easier than happiness,
To get by, a challenging venture.
The battle starts at dawn,
Does it end, there's no way to know!
For the dear mother of fresh thoughts and
Joyous health, let him wear nights away!
Hope is a four letter word,
Hope is the voices that enquire,
Fellow comrades don't leave the sickly behind,
The journey ain't solo, poor soul!
And when it all ends, you will see,
The Alpine climb that ceased was aced,
By helping hands and soulful ears,
Those who left, would they've helped?
You'll never know for they never stayed,
Would they have stayed? Who knows!
Little warrior! Hold on to those who chose
To stay, And wait 'til the summit's reached.
The top is where you shed happy tears,
When it all ends, you'll see what strength
You achieved,
After the gloomy guest refused,
To leave until you climbed that Mount!
High limestone cliffs rise precipitously
Teetering chunks carved by cruel winds
Tempt adrenaline junkies who clutch
The crevice, inching their bodies upward
Toward the barren flats easily accessed
By steps carved for more cautious souls
Who come to enjoy the canyon below.
Some bring along a picnic lunch basket
For there are no conveniences in the wild
Country where mountain-climbers risk
Their lives to reach an easily-accessible
Summit...but where is the thrill in that?
HONORABLE MENTION
written August 3, 2021
"The Last Mountain" Poetry Contest
All Poetry, October 15, 2021
Boot banter grows
Telling these are innocents abroad,
Flash of flesh,
And free movement,
The long vista taken
Through the window,
Fresh Segantini colours;
Not long.
Treading cobblestones,
Draining clear water,
Fit for march;
Like a train,
They snake,
Towards defiant, misty,
White caps.
we make snow angels
atop mountain we dared climb
our laughter echoes
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