Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHB1Q13LID4
You are like a mountain, not a sublime snowcapped mountain in Colorado, or like the Cerro Torre in Argentina and Chili. Not like the Ama Dablam in Nepal. But you seem like a mountain none the less. A mountain that obscures the beauty of the majestic sunrise, and the grandeur of life. A mountain that smothers love and everything glorious. Maybe you aren't a mountain at all. Perhaps you're an ant hill, dragging dead souls into your busy hole. I climbed you, and was so enamored with your beauty, I missed your charade and masquerade.
Usually the designation of mountain is a compliment, a tribute to a person's dependability. Here, however, we get the reverse, a mountain that obscures all the good in life. Before the poem ends, there is a demotion to ant hill, the haunt of hungry bugs. Maybe it's better just to be a hill. Moderation is usually dependable.
Reading this poem was a lesson in 'watch very carefully, there's a lot to be found'. So, I did and there is, Thomas. Where one reads the word 'mountain' it's taken as great and beautiful - more than grandly picturesque. But in the worst of weathers or as night gradually covers it. mountains can be become merciless, absorbing space that make lesser sights, smaller meanings.. seem worthless. If I read a fourth time, will probably see yet another meaning to your finely laid poem, sir
Usually the designation of mountain is a compliment, a tribute to a person's dependability. Here, however, we get the reverse, a mountain that obscures all the good in life. Before the poem ends, there is a demotion to ant hill, the haunt of hungry bugs. Maybe it's better just to be a hill. Moderation is usually dependable.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..