Long Tundra Poems
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Mountains reach up through clouds
Half way between Earth and heaven
To grow slower over vast tracks of time
Rocks seek snowflakes coming down
They pray to them from atmospheres
To bring them home together
One by one forever
Down to size where they belong
Catch them before they go wrong
Lost in clouds forever melted
Mountains feel the light
Waters flowing over them
Rivers churning to the valley down
Snow flakes go through children fingers
Play before they slip away in flight to land
On sleepy pine trees by the timber line
Like holy host frozen on the tongue
Caught among the faithfuls hunger
Lost in deeper meanings melting souls
Heaven is a place to gather souls
So vast and wide just above the tundra
Snow mounds fold into the mountains
Drifting, once elevated at that height
Falling all too far from grace
Small fragile bodies drift apart for now
They will come again together one by one
Bring us to our senses where we belong
Like the One who came before
Will come again once more
Cold stands alone forsaken for the moment
Before and after are the same in heaven
The finest particles are formed atomic
The final work on every molecule occurs
Solids, concepts, pure thoughts dwell
His name etched on every cell
The final word is spoken
Frozen in time-2
I remember,
not so long ago
Sirocco winds,
would blow,
igniting our
passions embers,
who could
contemplate September.
Then the leaves
changed their hue
as did your complexion
Hindsight,
illuminates my mind
with perfect
20/20 reflection
My jokes
lost their appeal
your smile
was misplaced...
My love,
was still very real
yours disappeared
without a trace.
Winter's chill
came suddenly...
and with a vengeance...
you were gone
without my name
even being mentioned,
to your friends or mine,
your polar vortex
left me
frozen in time.
An avalanche of emotions
pummeled me
from all around
left me depressed,
compressed,
concealed and
congealed, underground
I was caught off guard
paralyzed
and plastered...
by this
freakish storm
of an
unnatural disaster
I imagine the day
when sojourners
trekking over barren tundra
they find me petrified,
buried six feet under.
They spy a flower
extended from what
appears to be
a mans hand...
When they dig me out,
that's when they'll
understand, that,
A one sided mountain
is not
worth the climb,
and a one sided love
will
leave you
frozen in time.
John Derek Hamilton
November 16,2016
A race against time ..
As her life is faced with challenges..
A tragic loss of a loved one ..
Grief strikes her like a hot iron..
The pain intensifies as it shoots through her heart..
Paralyzed in mourning..
Feeling trapped inside a frozen tundra..
A race against time..
As she rushes to escape her sorrow..
She imagines Serenity..
Peace floating through her..
As she races against time..
Grief striken tears are shed..
As her eyes are blinded by pain..
In a moment of silence..
She prays for strength..
Seeking for courage to carry on..
She races in a new direction..
Where her heart is healed..
Where she no longer carries a torch of pain..
She walks in nature..
Song birds sing in tune of the wind..
Softly..
The wind cries her name ..
Joyful cries become music to her ears..
In a moment of silence..
She glows..
As the inner light inside her shines brightly..
Her prayers have been answered..
Has anyone ever wondered why that bridge was chosen
Just like a mammoth in the tundra, life blown now frozen
Being on this railing of life knowing that once you've lived
But like the meteorite, once hit, lived lives easily sieved
Me I've sat on said railing ever since I was a little boy
I've even thought where I'd sit for the thought I'd enjoy
But what would I do when I'd sit there, looking all around
Asking why am I here, wasting footsteps on the ground
What would I do now if that opportunity was ever to arise
I'd put clingfilm over my face for that would ease my cries
To cater for sudden panic when realised it's not to be
Behind my back I'd handcuff my hands, me, I'm finally free.
Written February 6, 2011
I seem to stare glazed at unexplained existence
As your eyes traverse an unexplored horizon
Of what I've always known
Wastelands of past recovered memories
Dance in your mind of an unrelenting distance
That you've made no effort to close
Once near futures become far too distant memories
To watch the focus turn away from the sun
And all I do is bite my tongue
Revolve around just like a carousel that's wandering
I'm far from being done with all these enemies I'm finding
Closer than what comfort's found
Take me down away from all these feelings
Feel like walls are closing in around me
And yet I make no sound
The candle's rekindled one too many times
The flame would shout
That the sun has just burnt out
As I traverse the unforgiving frozen tundra
These thoughts I just can't help repeating
Oh why did I bite my tongue?
Ordinary words cannot express the glimpse, this strange eclipse of wonder
Driving over hills, just north of home, it captures first my curiosity
Amid the landlocked green of rolling hills, trees and rocky tundra
Could it be, perhaps a sailor gone astray, whose ship has grounded
Upon the rocky valley floor....so far from sea?
With mast, the sail that hangs so high...pointing sharply to the sky?
This mystery of amazing engineering artistry!
A bridge!....yet, not so simply said, as to be described as bridge alone
A masterpiece, ... as if a giant human hand
Arrived upon this northern California land to craft a timepiece
A sundial, fit to mock, ...fit to rock your faith in any other clock
Where no spring will break, or battery will fail
Where motion works a shadow, which will run as silently as the sun
With a spire that one can see, for miles north and south, over trees and me...
And as the earth rotates the axis on this day
I will walk on glass, across the cantilevered span
Over river wild, and blue and green where salmon run
It gleams as if a giant alabaster sail rules the sea
And when there are clouds it will rest, and all night it will sleep
When the sun lights the earth, then across the land the time will keep.
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For Brian's Everyman's Ekphrais contest
To see a virtual tour of the Sundial Bridge, http://www.virtuar.com/california/sundial/
Or type in Sundial Bridge, Redding, California
This bridge is about 25 miles north of my home
Hindered by the depth and breadth of winter
Cliffs dangle just outside the bungalow
With clear icicle mysteries remote
Hanging over shingles for dear life
Inside, imprisoned safe and sound
The hunter counts his rounds of ammunition
Riffle nestled useless by the common fire side
No chasing prey this season
Sleep takes its place
Why shoot the snow without a reason
It would only blow around and settle somewhere else
Outside the storm brings misery
Three feet of snow to block the door
Wind rattles windows to claw inside
The cabin remains remote, imprisoned
Embedded in the snow
More inches rise with no where else to hide
But down on frozen lakes on powder blue
Cold holds on to banks of solid earth
All those inches piled high for what
Filling up the landscape with so much white
Pines cling on to memory of ice below the tundra line
Like all good trees they freeze but never die
Over sleeping keeps the bears in dens
No need for hunting them
It would only mean their end
The realization of how quickly drifts can rise
Accumulations conspired by cruel natures wrath
Shear numbers of snow flakes conspire
Wind and sky hold up the nights good-bye
Now stuck inside the simple shelter fixed
Winter bound, oats are hunters sustenance, companion
Along with tea and lemon, honey makes the best of company
Will see him through to doomsday, till things turn about
Closed in on times advances
A captive audience of one
Now waits in winter wonder
On snowy mountain counting down the hours
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both its legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Then at first, I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
I just bought a turkey
In dire need of tenderize
Also a quick summer thaw
As this chick's as cold as ice
Must have froze it in the tundra as
I dive deep into the internet
Where it's got me wondering
Why I myself didn't think of this
It says to tie up both it's legs
With a nylon stringy thingy
Hey! Get that out your head!
This ain't nothing kinky!
Hook the turkey to the bumper
And take it for a ride
I watched it from my rear view
And mirror on the side
I watched it twirl and tumble
I watched it twist and shout
I watched it as it changed its shape
From inside into out
I thought I heard it gobble
As it bounced itself along
Checking progress at every red light
Tenderized...yes, but not yet thawed
The roads must be colder this year
Than at first I thought
I hop back into my jalopy
For a few more jaunts around the block
I make it back to my place
Thinking all is perfect all is well
Untie the turkey, if that's what it is
It's a little hard to tell
Now with that part of the preparation done
With the turkey and I safe back home
I plop it into the waiting oven
And gently turn it on
Here we are a few hours later
As the conversations and good times begin
Sitting around the dinner table
My guests all marvel at my hen
There's only one slight question
And they asked me if I knew
I reply...why yes that is white meat
It's just a tad bit bruised
Winter Bound
Hindered by depth and breadth of winter
Blocked doors and windows on the cabin cliff remote
Imprisoned by three feet of snow and all those inches
Piling up outside, no where to go
Pines cling to memory of icicles below the tundra line
Like all good trees they freeze but never die
Over sleeping kept me from hunting deer
The realization of how quickly drifts can rise
Shear numbers of snow flakes conspiring
Cruel nature with wind and sky to hold me in
Now stuck inside the simple shelter fixed
Riffle and ammo sitting useless by the common fire place
No chasing prey this season, no reason to shoot the snow
It would only blow around and settle somewhere else
Winter bound, oats are my only sustenance, companion
Along with tea and lemon, not exactly the best of company
But will see me through, till things turn about
Closed in times advance
I become a captive audience of one
The only show in town watched now in wonder
On snowy mountain counting down the hours