Mt. Olympus

Very short but, I think, very meaningful.

  Every now and then I think about how impossible it is to put into words, then I wonder why I'm trying to.  I suppose, though, that this futility is in the profusion of estravegant daylight that dances from every sky into our eyes.  It blinds us as we scale Mt Olympus, eyes fixed upon the sun.  Some lose their footing, but those still standing oblivious to the fallen, march on as the oxygen thins, as the ink drys.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Sam Davidson]

That's a bloody brilliant prose poem. I imagine you're trying to suggest that all human emotions are deep and wonderful, but only some people are able to in any way create an abstraction of those feelings in words. Also, you talk about the climb up Mt Olympus; the climb toward perfection or enlightenment. However, the mountain taking it's as you go higher, as it claims more victims is indicative of the emotional dangers of art. Even if you reach the summit, the only way is down.

[Dianah]

Hmm... good thoughts but got me thinking I would like to see this extended. Interesting.

[Vesa Lee]

It's is indeed very profound.
I've asked myself this many times.
"Why try when I can never do the subject true justice?"
The honest truth is that we must.
We are driven to comprehend the incomprehensible, label that which cannot be labeled, and write about that which leaves us speechless.
Maddness? Absolutely.
But a beautiful madness it is.
It's a nice piece of insanity you've got here.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.