The Ascension

The Ascension :

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With a bag full of rocks

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I climb and climb

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Towards the highest peak

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The highest sun

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The blank white face 

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Of  no God real God

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With a bag full of rocks

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Molten lumps bruising spine

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A penance    joy

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Feet slipping    scree       time

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Climbing higher      I climb

To ascend closer and closer

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Than any mortal dreams

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For a burning blackhole sign

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I reach the pinnacle

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I kiss the supplicant sky

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My bag full of rocks

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Becomes a pile

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A pile of rocks

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Upon the highest mountain peak

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I climb

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Atop the world I stand

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Giants bowed before me

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Fist raised stretching back through time

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To the realm of Gods and Angels

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Carefully re-packing  my bag full of bones

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Molten kisses upon my spine

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I begin to descend

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Knowing none shall  ever ascend

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Higher or closer than I

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xx

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

interesting! i want more ;) as i followed the path up ... rocks in me pockets .. i thought for sure i would be picking them back up from the pile and taking them back down with me ;))))))))) ... the metaphors of the bones taking their place and the molten lumps turning to kisses are super says i ... very tactile .. i feel the burn and pain of it ... your Icarus seems to have escaped his ill fate this time ... the lonliness in your closing is striking .. no one else will get there .. very thought provoking write my friend ..
E.

[gram linski]

once again your understanding and appreciation of my simple words, are great glad you enjoyed,

[Lisasview]

Oh my gosh, what a sad sad poem... I was definitely moved by your words..
First read of yours and I did enjoy it.
Lisa, now in Spain

[gram linski]

glad you enjoyed, Lisa, thanks for the review

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome Gram.

[JE Falcon]

I was sure that you were going to stack the pile of rocks on the highest peak, then declare some kind of declaration, or leave a deep meaning about the need for placing them there. Nonetheless, you took me on the climb, and I did not waver or fall behind. --- thanks.

[gram linski]

thanks for the review, sorry there was no big reveal, haha, glad you enjoyed

[Chris]

Damn, been right THERE... seems that "THERE" is a place behind and within our eyes we experience ...individually... in our own ways and within our own existences. Ably described.

[gram linski]

thanks Chris you are a wise man, those in the know, know, appreciate the review

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and by the time I get back down I ask myself...what was it all for?
Just to feel what it is like to reach for God?
to be God?
or as Jimi put it...."just to kiss the sky"?
j.

[gram linski]

you are a wise man, j.aye the kissing of sky in a purple haze, was more important than the climb, thanks as always for your patronage and wee poemettes of wisdom, , happy holidays to you and yours my friend take care,