Long Alpine Poems
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Dear Lake, why lob here atop a mountain
when the lowlands are so superior
with more catchment area to fountain
more rain to fill your vast interior.
Alpine aspirations for altitude
are worthy ambitions for rocks and crags.
But not for frigid lake in solitude,
except for the art show reflection brags.
The air is so clear and crisp on calm days
that lake reflection is a masterpiece,
perfectly mirrored portraits it portrays
of rogue mountains smiling, posing, at peace.
Up high, here, nature's sounds are rarefied.
The air is so thin, cold and flatly grim
that any birds flocking here to abide
are stage-struck by silence, the lake's own hymn.
The weather has no foibles and hindrance.
The winds and rain love to shatter and spoil
the reflection galley hung in silence,
wrecking the scene and creating turmoil.
You could climb a tree for a treetop view,
but, way up here, well above the snow line
there are no trees, only meadows for shoe,
so I dive in clear blue water, sublime.
Colorful fish defy the location.
To them, whither the lake is high or low
matters little in this wet world nation
all immune from rain, hail, wind, sleet and snow.
Oh, soft, squishy, most beloved Teddy!
How I hugged you on scary stormy nights.
I know you loved me, with all your heart's
own bear might!
You sat smiling at my alpine wood children's table.
While I made us lunch, as best as a little girl was able!
I read you books with pictures I did so love.
You said nothing, but we were close as hands in a glove.
Those dark eyes sparkling, your lips in a sweet curl.
These young girl memories, make by heart twirl.
On warm summer days, you and my doll, Nancy, in a
buggy were placed.
I walked through my Chicago neighborhood with a mother's
ease and grace.
Teddy, what cruel fates took you away?
You, stolen at a party~ my little girl heart still misses her furry,
agape!
Decades have come, moons and seasons, too.
But in my heart, dearest,Teddy, I will always miss the comfort
of holding, furry, comforting, you!
2/5/2021
~1~
Do you have a toy you loved
and lost, too?
If so, would share that with us?
Panagiota
Climber
by Odin Roark
Reality readied its chance
Ascent of an alpine face
Traversing ice and cold
Challenging steel axe and rope
Such was the pulsating vibration
Facing another dawn
That day
Blade and ice danced slow motion
Penetrating deep into resistance
Echoing through layered centuries
Awakening nature to its presence
Breath became reserved
High altitude remained merciless
Snow-blind eyes squinted thankfully
As yards became feet
Became inches
Became respect for the unknown
Frozen feet
Cinched tight inside
Defiant crampons
Numbly impelled their serrated spikes
The blue iced chorus groaned displeasure
Reminding auger-encroachment
Frozen time was forever resilient
Destiny prevailed
Mortality hung suspended
As will over apathy
Courage over defeat
Found fear had been conquered
Life’s architecture
Like da Vinci ’s Vitruvian Man
Became a frozen tapestry
Life’s proportions
Past
Future
Present
Coalesced
Transformed
Became…
Some might say such a tale
Mere envisages
Penned into a journal
To bide some time
This night however…
The mountain-wall’s next attempt
Huddled in a tent weathering sub-zero temperatures
Sipped tea from his father’s battered cup
A legacy found long ago
Floating atop glacial runoff
Through the night
Ink continued flowing
Tin cup foreshadowing remained warm
First light neared
Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but those universal late December days rendezvous can’t be thrust off-course.
Primal raw wind howl dissing summer’s distant memory - spotty and erratic though it was.
Deck chair, seat of toil free bliss now cold front recess blob.
Mirage or wishful thinking from a wet weather veteran.
We live in fear of reruns like Ophelia or
2010’s black ice.
Storm Force Brian, Mount Fuji on an airwave shrapnel carrier.
Dormant Loch Ness shadow’s fervent air mass plugging festive tunes.
To fuel dispatch and chimney sweep alike a sacred windfall.
For those who struggle just another inroad on an ever
shrinking pocket.
Yet this annual curtain closer has its grail and saving grace.
Dark art charmer lacing every patch for knee high boot crunch.
Architect of igloo closet ski cap.
Sleigh ride bell upon that maligned feast around our globe (Noel hark the alpine carol)!
Bizarre but only to us frostbite souls aloof from glacial beauty.
Deep freeze spirit canvass may not surface.
Christmas anthems booming over frolic footfall streets adorned by night owls.
Chaser lights that gee up gutted ghost town black spot.
Urban ice rink dome another fantasy or wonderland.
Toy shop stock n trade whose only trade is stock.
Colour coded gadget clutching every cell of window space.
Fashion fodder wizards magic spark a toddler’s glee at every turn.
Boisterous strains of Santa rousing inner reindeers - the sort beloved by children down the ages.
Yuletide decor gift band holly bush spike.
Log tossed on fire, kindling stick incendiary, leaping flame enshrouds smokeless polish.
Punch bowl nasal spice so aptly named rum do!
Skim milk skyline flaunts its snow fleck jewellery aloft.
Stars of astral compass spread their twinkle dash on human garlands.
Winter’s stepwise edging in a whirl plume of slush.
Christmas well and truly has arrived
like all December Days.
Inconsolable soul when silently cries,
Every moment it burns bit by bit,
No tears could be seen in the eyes,
Encaged in body strives to quit !
Whipped by memories of consistent sorrow,
Time as if has decided to trick,
Joys of life could never borrow,
Can worst of times forever stick ?
Someone rescue me out of the deep ditch,
Longing to have my share of sunshine,
I ought to return to my home pitch,
Strong desire to thrive and rise alpine !
Heyday of life, still darkness at noon,
Hoping against hope for one glimpse,
Wanting to live a night of full moon,
Will I be shimmering after an eclipse ?
Written on 6/5/14
Sponsor- Dr. Ram Mehta
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Now for contest " My days are dark" by Linda
Boundless Blue
Born in a misty rainbow,
Blue slips out from her place
between her sisters Green and Violet,
painting the heavens azure,
covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary.
She floats into the ocean in a navy dress,
then waltzes on waves of the Danube.
Sailing the teal waters of alpine lakes,
she journeys to glaciers,
leaving her daiquiri-colored footprints on glacial ice,
taking some with her to cool the fires of Robert Frost.
She treads into meadows and gardens,
planting delphiniums, lupines, hydrangeas,
bluebells, and cornflowers to sprout in her wake,
with morning glories to climb fences.
People copy her free spirit,
painting their china in Delft and willow patterns,
sing “Blue Suede Shoes,” “Blue Velvet,”
“Blue Moon,” “Blue Hawaii,”
even play “Rhapsody in Blue” on their pianos,
blow their cobalt glass, dye their denims,
even their ice cream and candy.
They try to capture her lapis, turquoise, and royal sapphires,
pressing them into frames of silver and gold,
hanging them on chains.
She smiles at their craftsmanship,
then saunters down the path to the forest,
seeming to sway to her own swingy music.
With only her blue tick hound trotting beside her,
she picks wild blueberries, savoring the tart fruit
as its indigo juice runs down her fingers.
This poem was inspired by Meenakshi Raina's "Optimistic Orange". That poem is a great example of how fun it is to write about and personify a color. I encourage the rest of you to try it!
Contest: All Yours (May 5)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
5-5-21
Born here and never will I leave,
in Canada I do believe;
with the frozen snowflakes I grew,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The Atlantic is in the east,
go fishing and have a fish feast;
you will have lots and lots to do,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The Pacific is in the west,
go for a nature walk if stressed;
glide though unspoiled scenes in canoe,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The cold Arctic is in the north,
take an adventure and set forth;
and perhaps sleep in an igloo,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
We have rivers, lakes, falls, and streams,
alpine meadows that seem like dreams;
as birds sing a hullabaloo,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The maple leaf is our symbol,
on our flags it is a ripple;
Canada like a ...Xanadu,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
High alpine meadows are dusted with wildflowers,
And the faraway horizon is outlined with craggy mountain peaks,
Half-asleep lights blink through the sun-painted mist,
The sunrays dip at varying angles and intensities,
creating mixed moods and mysteries ~
It feels good to be up at dawn.
Deep blood red orange clouds ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues loiter in between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak from red-wing blackbird a fragile threshold,
Golden stream gurgle under marsh reeds ~
Evanescent saline grain haze
Azure ocean tide aroused from still wave slumber,
Clamshell pearl strewn oyster oddments interspersed on pockmark sandstone beach,
Iridescent canopy of nature trail,
Awaits the first blush pilgrim who revels in lavish glimpses,
And sumptuous earworm madrigal ~
A tantalizing world so close
Above the clouds and disappearing skyline
I was jetsetting on an international airline
That’s when I met a handsome Mr. Einstein
No kin to Albert, nose most perfectly aquiline
Said he was looking for a concubine
The whole thing to be utmost clandestine
I accused him of bringing onboard some moonshine
Then he just whined and became somewhat of a swine
So I moved and sat next to charming Clementine
Offered me truffle chocolate I did decline
She then casually asked me to invest in her gold mine
Slipped me a form I refused to countersign
‘Twas awkward but the damage had been benign
I discreetly moved on to an empty seat just fine
Where I was greeted by glamorous Calvin Klein
Pointed to his window at a view sublimely alpine
Not another word was spoken, ‘twas utterly divine
I almost commented on the beauty of his ring so opaline
But opted to avoid a dialogue with risk to end up asinine
The silence was as grand and majestic as any shrine
I slept and rested with the help of a bit of wine
Got home in time to greet my favourite canine
And join in to sing Auld Lang Syne
Home Sweet Home, starshine of my lifeline
AP: 1st place 2020
Savouring joys of childhood,
Subtle longings as exquisite as silk,
Vibrant temper of euphoria and sombreness ,
I existed as a vivacious being.
Entrenched into studies and passion for friends,
Where intellect seemed to be all life,
Zealously endeavoured on ardent path,
Walked persistent and cherished travel.
Found my love and walked into life,
Ravished every moment of exhilaration ,
Hovered alpine to the summit of ambitions,
Achieved peak of perfection and pinnacle of fame.
Now as I experience the heyday of life,
As red as furnace on the edge of horizon,
I perceive the moment of truth in noontide,
Enigma of divine enchantment unveils .
Written June 22nd, 2013
Awarded HM