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Mountain
The mountain wakes
watching my hand as I write
an ancient shadow
dripping dark on my soul
from forgotten tap
It screams:
One side of the sky
is mine
and the other
does not matter
Do not be fooled
by the change of light
there are no differences
I am always
Humans are the smallest detail
flicking pebbles at my feet
chained to flesh and breath
unworthy of opinion
I am certain
any homage they bring
will perish with them
long before I shall crumble
watching my hand as I write
an ancient shadow
dripping dark on my soul
from forgotten tap
It screams:
One side of the sky
is mine
and the other
does not matter
Do not be fooled
by the change of light
there are no differences
I am always
Humans are the smallest detail
flicking pebbles at my feet
chained to flesh and breath
unworthy of opinion
I am certain
any homage they bring
will perish with them
long before I shall crumble
Published 20th Jan 2010
| Edited 29th Jan 2023
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Anonymous
20th Jan 2010 11:50am
That is a very effective line.
Correction, it is a stunning phrase.
You are very talented Abra!
S
Correction, it is a stunning phrase.
You are very talented Abra!
S
20th Jan 2010 12:30pm
Thanks tijean - I always wonder if I should be posting this type of poem here at wonderful DUP. But then as long as there are kind comments like your own I suppose I am bound to.
Anonymous
20th Jan 2010 12:58pm
My own favourite line was the metaphor "that forgotten tap"; so rich and simultaneously obscure and perceptive. Overall, a dark and resonant poem, filled with a certain mordant wit.
20th Jan 2010 1:24pm
Thanks Jack I'm relieved as this was something of a rushed piece - probably requiring more depth of thought from me - but like you I was sold on the 'tap'.
