Glass Mountains

Glass mountains beside me

in dark pinks and blues

the hues of my loneliest

world made to be

kept in my crystal bone

broken autonomy,

I only wish you could see

Hot glass is pulled

by winds at the peak

that seeks to reach cloudscapes

before going cold

In half a century

starlight will dither, so

die now or we will grow old

A shadow at base

beneath sharpening trees

by breeze carried upward

a shroud to embrace

Don’t reach out to touch it

you’ll shatter glass mountains,

a blood valley across my face

I want to give you my

busted kaleidoscope

gaze to see me in this place

Reviews

[Dandelion]

Glass mountains, what a wonderful expression. Even the strongest things in life can shatter, and when we make it to the top well maybe that's the right time to go and hitch a ride on a cloud. I really enjoyed your poem.

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I'm happy you enjoyed my writing. =)

[B]

Some agony it is to be separated from the one we love
You feel this anguish and feel so fragile

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I'm glad you understood the fundamental parts of this piece. Thanks!

[Ruben Wainui]

I love this poem, especially the rich imagery of the first two verses- the broken autonomy

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Thanks! The second stanza is actually my favorite so I'm glad you liked that line. I enjoy your poetry quite a bit so its great to see you like one of mine.

[jesserose99]

a world made of beauty, landscapes to the sky...still, made of glass with you in the center...lonely unable to share the beauty of what you see with anyone. we all want to be seen...and when we have something so amazing, and awe inspiring to share with people and can't it is painful. Beyond that...you kind of are sharing it..because you are telling it, so when they reach to touch it and it breaks it just shows the fragility of your situation. My conclusion is feeling alone, and perhaps being fragile because you have been broken before 'busted kaleidoscope gaze'.

I'll go into another meaning entirely and say someone struggling with reality...and doesn't want anybody to touch their flimsy hold on what is real because if it breaks...all grip on what they think is real tears them apart.

Ok...how far off the mark am I..I really enjoy your work for this very reason...I will say one more time I hope you don't mind my rants into pondering the meaning.

[jesserose99]

well, I will stop by and read your stuff for sure...and any time you have something you want me to ramble about...lol you go ahead and shoot a read request on over and I will gladly do so...I really enjoy your poetry.

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Thanks, I appreciate that.