Blue Haze

For love of Blue Ridge Mountains

Do not contaminate the blue haze

of mountains that stretch across the miles

with thoughts of morality

or protests of who should own what part.

It seems a sin to carve such grandeur into squares

to satisfy whims and greeds of men.

Rather to imagine, like Lennon,

there would be no need for greed or hunger here,

no breath of air not pure and free.

 

Never question the harmony

of life lived with clouds

not dedicated to God but given without thought,

and not beyond gentle, gracious simplicity.

 

A placid silence filled with whispering pines

this place the dream of angels devine,

no less than the essence of souls.

 

A breed of people, made here, apart

bound by boundless blood and timeless time.

Small against endless shades of blue

that blend water with earth and both with sky;

humbled by the knowledge that this is what surrounds us all.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

beautiful - yet with serious intent. I'm no "tree hugger" but I tire of the constant sprawl of suburbia....I remember when I was a child - playing in places whree the trees were forever...uncluttered houses and roads and infrastructure. Well penned.

[Ed Hart]

seldom does a poem put me at peace...thank you...

[projob66]

this has a wonderful rhythm and sway to it, like the trees in the picture... subtle images and thoughts...requiring intelligence and intuition to grasp and extend.... Nice....Nice....

[Gandré]

Hello, dear Mimi. This was a wonderful poem, peaceful harmony and it educates.

[Emily B]

I see hills every day. Noticing them there on the edges of my world, I never wonder who they belong to . . . and sometimes I wonder if I don't belong to the hills instead of the other way around.

This is beautiful work. :)