I watch the mountains prune themselves and imagine they cannot debunk the gossip of seasonal demands and expectations It is cold this morning and they are my apostles, tuning the sun and rending leaves I wish I could find the holy places; the sanctuaries of love and grief gone now down to rock I am an amateur at life and bounded by a forgiving nature that secures a grasp of small things but leaves me open to deception The mountain prunes me to an acceptance
If I could find the holy places I imagine there would be women, much like myself, and biting a bottom lip, shading their eyes and watching feelings dip and sway ~ each claiming a ribbon of sun and singing to distract the strikes of lightning, always hidden in these mountains and brighter than the friendly day
seems an analogy of relationships to religion...we want to believe what we want to believe...that we can take refuge in another, shelter in another...but like the mountains hide things...there is deception...we can ignore it and look on the bright side, turn the other eye, turn the other cheek..or just bite our lip...and put up with it.
much could be read into this...a very fine poem indeed.
Excellent write.
If there is one thing I miss not living "on the mountain" anymore, it's the quiet walks and turning a corner and seeing wide, deep vistas. Truly, a place where God must rest and relax.
You've painted the mountains I remember so well here. You may well have already found your holy place.
seems an analogy of relationships to religion...we want to believe what we want to believe...that we can take refuge in another, shelter in another...but like the mountains hide things...there is deception...we can ignore it and look on the bright side, turn the other eye, turn the other cheek..or just bite our lip...and put up with it.
much could be read into this...a very fine poem indeed.
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