The engine roars, the metals gleam,
You race along the high-paved line,
To reach the summit of a dream
And claim the sky as yours and mine—
Or so you thought. The climb is steep,
The pace severe, the cold air thin,
And in the rush, you never keep
A tally of the quiet sin.
You build a tower, tall and bright,
A spire of stone against the blue,
With vaulted arches catching light,
Yet holding no one close to you.
For every friend was pushed aside,
And every hand was let go free,
To trade the warmth of love for pride
And secure a lonely victory.
At last the highway finds its end,
The final peak is brought in view;
No waiting crowd, no quiet friend,
No open arms to welcome you.
The crown is earned, the space is vast,
The wind blows sharp across the seat—
A solitary soul at last
Where no one ever cares to meet.
For status is an empty weight,
And power leaves a hollow sound,
If no warm voice can celebrate
The simple truths that you have found.
The prize was never just the height,
Nor standing on the peak alone,
But walking through the heavy night
With hearts that make the journey home.
On the inaccessible peak,
There must be flowers—
Soft as whispers, bright as stars,
Untouched by earthly hours.
No hand may pluck their Grace,
No foot may mar their place—
On the inaccessible peak,
There must be flowers.
Oh, the seekers come and go,
Clutching truths they’ll never know—
But the summit, cold and deep,
Guards its bloom in sacred sleep.
Veils of mist obscure the climb,
Fate selects the few to find.
What is pure will not be seen,
By the eyes that crowd between.
On the inaccessible peak, there must be flowers,
White as the dawn, untouched by hours.
No voice to name them, no step to mar,
They gleam like vows on heights afar.
On the inaccessible peak,
There must be flowers—
Untouched by the seekers who climb,
Unspoiled by hours.
Where no voice calls,
And no foot treads at all,
On the inaccessible peak,
There must be flowers.
And if one soul, by Grace, should rise,
They’ll find the bloom… with chastened eyes.
They kneel in the temple of silence,
Where echoes dare not break the air—
The chosen, the cold, and the blameless,
Alone are permitted there.
Some folks think I isolate out of sadness
Yet in my isolation I have found true joy
In this private realm I can dream very freely
There is no one in the world with any access
Crafts are growing and evolving into something
Purely beautiful and sacred and eternally true
blazing sun in fields
cicadas hum in the trees~
heavy air stands still
dust clouds rise and drift
fields of wheat bow to the wind~
air humid and stiff
heat waves waltz on roads
cool water runs in the creek~
daylight holds its load
warm twilight now sprawls
stars blink in the velvet night~
tall shadows on walls.
when sun is at peak
the sunflowers dazzle bright
giving eyes cool vibes
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Peaked like a gambrel roof.
Gambling for dun gold.
Axion, axiom, aloof.
Red ochre, old sold.
Cairn by the roadside?
Stacked rocks, a cache prepared.
Treasure someone tried to hide?
Looks like he got scared.
Snow, cover the landscape.
O ice, freeze others out.
Mellifluous, monster? Gape.
Crowd, you saw the rout.
Wasp and hornet, stingers sharp?
Yes, and barbed as well.
Angel, do you play the harp?
Demon, dwell in hell?
Chaos, birth in me a star!
Dancing free and fine!
Gaze, through haze! From near to far!
Belladonna, wine!
Resonance, a game of chance?
Let us play to win.
Downpour, between drops we dance!
Flippers, flick thy fin!
Ichor, wicker, nicker.
Thicker than water, blood?
Well, it's in the liquor.
Get sicker, O my brood.
Xiphoid, grip and push upward.
Solar plexus, wait.
Guts of mine, thy life is hard.
Fortunate, O fate?
"I seem to find the happiness I seek
when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek." ~ Irvin Berlin
"I seem to find the happiness I seek
when I'm atop a Sierra Nevada mountain peak." ~ by poet
The time for our annual camping trip is here.
My brothers and I - none of us can wait
for these two summer weeks each year.
We wake up early and hit the interstate.
Still dark, we see the amazing desert sky -
nature's breathtaking, starry slate.
The sunrise over cactus meets the eye,
above, a majestic California hawk
soars in the smog-less, clear blue sky.
Arriving in the mountains, it's time to walk.
We'll hike to a flowing crystal creek,
and hear the silence - there is no need to talk.
We will find the happiness we seek,
standing on a Sierra Nevada peak.
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The mountain was steep and covered with snow, like powdered sugar atop a donut. Even the very person who taught me to climb shuddered whenever I brought up the name. I knew she wanted the best for me, but curiosity washed over me like a tsunami. I'd never attempted to scale something so beautiful and yet so dangerous. Once I'd reached the highest peak, my mouth opened up. I felt a slight breeze curling across my shoulders; an angel comforting me from above. As I quickly descended down to ground level, a thought popped into my head. I'd like to do that again, my mind told me after consulting with my body.
Mountains glazed with light
Shimmering under my feet
Climax lifts me up
airy peak
above eagle's wings
glorious
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seen sparkling
liquid emerald
from the pass
at the peak
of Summer
a calm heat
all is green
and silent
lantanas
have flourished
all in bloom
most orange
one bright red
the bouquet
says hello
when I step
out to greet
day or night
gives solace
to my heart
most grands’ grown
and far off
bless my soul
and God bless
my soul’s test
it is hard
but I’m blessed
in Summer
leaves will turn
leaving limbs
twirling hues
what more can
I ask thee
I’ll feel chill
fairly thrilled
when kids call
in shiver
of Autumn
a
t i
n n
u p
o e
m a
the k
embraced by sky's e x p a n s e
clouds d r i f t past
On a wild and lonely peak I sit
Waiting for the dawn.
I ran away from home, you see.
By now they know I'm gone.
Soon they'll come a searching
but they will never find
the me they thought they knew so well.
I've gone beyond their minds.
As our teeth chatter
What we speak becomes all Greek ~
Winter at its peak
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