Pitons Poems - Poems about Pitons

...climb between the spires hot bare feet on sugar beach touch the winding surf opening and closing eyes i’ve left earth for heaven’s peak tour leaves the pitons ~ on the bus, banana......

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...Stalking every dream calling me from sleep A Yeti of the frozen night I drove the pitons deep Climbing over hope belaying every wish The tracks it leaves — perdition bound to wander in the......

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...KATAUTA: Her: eyes brown, like choc’late, swooning like the stars unglued — yours mad as the moon Him: pistachio eyes — the gaze of a......

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...intimidating serrated crest emulates Ansel's view challenges down-clad one to climb her stretch-marked belly a gaze upward at silver glazed wall the glacial rock face mirrors reflection f......

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...Thunder walks away on carpet slippers, wet leaves cockle and whisper. A backwash of sound lingers, a rustling of mulch as if a mouse were nibbling a bible. "I want to search for the perfect mo......

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...Allison liked to climb big rocks, that’s how she spent the weekend days, with ropes, pitons, and other gear, felt most at home on a cliff face. She’d come out to the Sierras, to a campground w......

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...lets double check our gear heavy duty helmet topped with a light an underneath chin strap as well as a body harness check at least fifty yards of rope with ten pitons each and as m......

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...CAMP 4 ‘If I die, I die.’ The realness of those words sent a shiver down my spine as I listened to the climbers. It was late autumn, 1969. There was a pause after his words ......

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...Pelted forth, hanging strings of moorland curtains, Endless rains, tart and stinging nettles, Drive the icy pitons, needles of frozen spite, Through the scalp into the mind where it unsettles.......

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...I want to tell you of my blue broken heart So listen close that you might hear Of hammer driven pitons of regret In their force propelled me down a precipice, In wagering my light would disap......

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..."Was it worth it?" at the end of the day I ask of me. Glancing back, casting random nets, I conclude nostalgia ain't what it used to be. I have climbed this far, from the gentle grad......

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