The Lovestruck Sherpa

Love at 10,0000 feet.

“Will you carry me up the mountain, and place me delicately?”

“Yes.”

“Will you carry my belongings and hand me another pair of warm socks?”

“Yes.”

The course of love, treacherous at times, snowballs until gravity matters

He shouldered her love without straps or cinching, without hooks or spikes

When it came time to profess that love, it echoed too loudly on granite faces

And the avalanche that ensued thundered in his ears, flushing faces

“You can move on, I will leave you in peace and heed winter’s warning.”

“Where will you go?”

“Into the valley where the rainwater collects in dark crevices waiting.”

"Why won’t you stay?"

The distance measured in in frozen tear drops, the landscape blurred and beautiful

But a hollow chest is where the ravens nest, dining on a young mans desires

He could capture his life in a poem, but icicle words are too sharp

Instead, he would capture silence by the tail and listen for love on the wind.

He can’t hear her, but the wind tells such lonely tales until sleep comes.

Reviews

[Laurierose]

Wow!

I don't even know where to start, Crowley. This piece left me speechless. Even as I'm typing this I'm excited to interpret. I love the piece as a whole. It was highly cohesive and the format contributed greatly to the message and theme of an avalanche. The slippery slope of love is one for the willing.

This reminds me of a snippet from a story. It's different, in the best way possible. I love the delightful double entendre with nature vs. feeling. When it comes to shouldering love, this is more common an uneven weight that one person deals with. The course of love isn't often linear. It could be placed in the heart of the jungle; we may have to cut through snakes, obstacles, and dodge what's in the way just for a glimpse.

This reminds me of a piece I've been contemplating of posting. It brought a smile to my face when I read this and was instantly sure of my decision to share :). Truly enjoyed reading this. Great read.

[Crowley]

Glad you enjoyed it!!! Thanks so much for the read and the super thoughtful response I really appreciate. And yes post away!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I could feel the yearning and the questions in the words.
“You can move on, I will leave you in peace and heed winter’s warning.”
“Where will you go?”
“Into the valley where the rainwater collects in dark crevices waiting.”
"Why won’t you stay?"
I liked the above lines. Common place for the all of us. Trying to piece understanding. Thank you Crowley for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Crowley]

Thank you so much, I am glad you like it. Hope you are having a very happy Friday!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I hope you have a good weekend also.

[Beccy]

'tis better to have loved and lost, than never have loved at all.'

Mhh, perhaps so, but that compensatory thought always comes later, as does the avalanche that ensues when gravity takes over.

Really enjoyed this excellent poem.

Beccy.

[Crowley]

Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it!!1 and yeah, hind sight and all.

[barleygirl]

Your poem is well-crafted with intriguing dialogue. Not quite sure where to take that, but your imagery reminds me of hiking up into the Sierra Nevada mtns just prior to the first winter storm. The trail going in looks like we’d come to expect, after using this trail a few times. But the trail out traverses a completely different planet after blizzard winds & snow change everything, the trail piled with giant pick-up-sticks of down branches to crawl over or under. Just as we are a work in progress, so too is the trail we traverse. Thanks for the nostalgic hike! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

didn't see this!!! Thanks luv, an oldy that I decided to repost. Makes me feel like camping.

[barleygirl]

My somewhat "open-air" cabin is similar to camping . . . *smile*

[emmajoy]

Almost a myth, near full of magical emotions. But reciprocations seemingly out of reach. Such beautiful phrasing, such a sadness. Appears to be unrequited love.. that turned his heart cold as cold in a flash. In spite of dramatic yet dTradegy,
sublte words - a tragedy - that vicious avalanche.

'. he would capture his life in a poem, but icicle words are too sharp ~ Instead, he would capture silence by the tail and listen for love on the wind.'

[Crowley]

thanks Emma, couldn't think of a lonelier place than by yourself in the mountains and you are not in the right frame of mind. Beauty and silence are good and bad bedfellows.