Avalanche

We packaged our dreams in spiked boots and razor sharp axes
willing to chip the mountain away to get to the top
of things that bothered us for a while
as we lazed in the summer sun
and wished for winters comfort
and high mountains and snow and ice and sherpas
tugging our dreams upwards
into a blue everest
where other dreams gathered 
under colourful flags and photographs.

Our guides knew their goddess well
her whims and fancies
and bells tinkling as she allowed them
to climb upon her back
still tugging our dreams and us
our limited oxygen and pickaxes
and walking ropes.

Off in a line we went 
holding on tactfully to our practised steps
and foot by foot we planned to conquer 
the mountain of our ambitions
and write ourselves into the record books
as adventurers of conquests.

The goddess gently sneezed
and a gap in the long line of climbers
disappeared forever.
caught in the fist of avalanche fury
our dreams became dust.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago

Reviews

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Oh I love this poem because it is so tragically true! Even our greatest hopes and dreams can me stepped on by the giant that is the universe. Our entire universe can be ripped away from away from us is she so wishes it. Great write!

[Marshall]

That's a splendid comment Jessica. I think you caught on to the great metaphor a love relationship which can go wrong. The avalanche is imaginary. Of course you knew that, otherwise you wont make a comment like that. Thank you ma'am