Gone Fissurin'

A Poem by Crispy

On a stranded chunk of stone and sandy
hunk of land bunked flat between
two glacier streams sunk in

Hunkered low, waiting
Sunny glow stating Hallo
between mountain shading
steep gradings stuck up to swallow

Clean, crystal lung cluster flung rushing
inward gushing icy notion freshness ~ ~ ~

Golden rays to bless us, pushing
through the folding ways of clouded thought
shrouding even skyminds, blinding
light winding, flying
Smiling signs shining

♪…and the fish are jumpin’
Always wishin somethin’ ♫
Yadda ya whatever…

Mountains booming out in clever faces gracing
thoughtful skies, gazing heavenbound seven-folden
Leavened; olden stories beckoned

Holding shores of lake blue rolled in
cold and bouldering
Old as the moulding that shaped
this holy gaping soldier who souled in
Shouldering onward
Golden sunshine shonnered, blinding

Clock unwinding wandered digits
Gonnered yawns of boredom fidgets yondered
Ever ever onward, holding folded awnings of the past
Unlocking shocks that tend to grasp
then pass away, fall away
Called to a smaller vast array
of castaway worries, hurries and hang-ups

Fresh as the icy notion gushing rustled hushing waters, bustled
Light as the sky thrusted highly
Right as the fight muscled pious
in sight of the might flowing by us
Unflinching, unbias, enchanting, unfold