The Solitary Still of the Slope

WHOOSH!

The wind in my face.
Cleansing my sole.
Setting spirits free.
The white gleaming around me.
Solid,
Soft,
Clean,
Pure.

Those moments moving like the wind itself.
Down a slope -- skis parallel,
Feeling my worries
Drift… away…
Buried in the whipped cream beneath me.

Nothing else matters,
Just the sound of the air in your ears.
Yet,
Paradoxically,
Everything matters.

Thinking about life,
The world,
The people in it.
Everything for that moment becomes crystallised.
Opening a gate way never before seen.
Everything is whole,
Complete,
And self-satisfied.

Nothing matters but one thing.
Happiness.
Of self and others.
Others, the truly spectacular gifts that are
Friends.

Hold them,
Embrace them,
Treasure them.

The solitary still of the slope shows you this.
Whoooosh…

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

Finally!!! Talk about whoosh!!!!
I really liked this very much, it is an uplifting piece that puts the reader right there...on the slope...not me of course, I'd break both legs! I imagine it would be exhilerating to say the least, similar to bunji jumping...a thrill to lift the senses or cause damage...lol...
The flow and mood of your poem is excellent. Your description of snow (whipped cream) is very apt, I've never heard it before. The sound of the air in your ears...I can hear it!! I also love the title, it's perfect for this and very imaginative.
Thanks again for submitting Gillian...

[Kara Emily Krantz]

i've never skiied!!!

i know , shock of all shocks that must be remedied!

but this makes me want to, you are right

"Those moments moving like the wind itself. "

great job, capturing your moment

[Cdnsurfer]

I like it. Nothing better than the tug of fresh powder as you turn through trees, diving headlong down the slope and the wind tugging at your jacket. Slip, slip, carve, lean, jab pole, twist, slip, slip, drop, and then again the other side. For me it was the rush of being catapulted in the air -- did I hit that square? Did I hit it off? 1 ... Count Goddamnit! ... 2 ... Kick up, rotate, twist ... 3 ... arms clear, pull them legs under, under Goddamnit! Am I straight? What number? Oh right ... 4 ... There's the ground. Square 'em up, flat, jolt. lol

I'm still wearing a tan on my face from skiing last Friday at Lake Louise. ;-)

Cheers!

Rob