I went up to the mountains
Looking for a memory
I learned that simple air
Isn't what it used to be
The constant rush of everyday
Distorts the facts of life
There I just let... it go
Releasing pent up strife
My muscles suddenly talked to me
When before they burned complete
Tension had me combustionable
I was my own defeat
My smile was much more generous there
I think I broke my face
I enhaled without coughing up
Old city smog's after-taste
My eyes were much more greener
The redness was all gone
My step had spring
I scaled the blue
Recalling this , my home
You've heard of mountain magic
As far as my eyes could see
I found what I'd been missing
While searching for a memory
I lost myself, as I recall
When living was more pure
Since man became responsible
It's worsened now, I'm sure
I flew right through working hard
To gain the material boon
The material comes to own you
It happens all too soon
We want much more than we can keep
When we are called away
We leave the same as we came in
It's life we need to pay
The simple joy of fresh air
Nature's green abyss
Is all coming to an end
Then this will all be missed
The sky's so blue in Highlands
As far as one can see
It's what we take for granted
While searching for a memory.
Beautifully written, and a pleasure to read.
You're right of course, material possessions do come to own you,
and so many people want far more than they could ever need.
thanks for sharing
Steve
Ah, but 'Nature's Green Abyss' is such a healing balm, isn't it? I love this poem. It expresses so succinctly what we all feel...at least those of us who feel the ancestral memory of what is more and mire lost these days. Nice!
A great nature poem Susan! Yes, I recall the memory of fresh air and blue skies in upstate N.Y. when I was a teenager. Going back was like visiting a Hillbilly slum. We rarely drive backward - we only do it because we have to. I guess we need to keep on driving forward and keep out headlights on for safety first on that road of life ahead.
This was absolutely beautiful, Susan, and I felt every word...nothing feels better to me than breathing the air one finds out in the thick of nature! Some wonderful phrasing here....
finding a memory and regaining sense and sensibility : win-win-win!!! Fabulous, coherent (and humorous!) philosophising in tightly woven verse. You never lose your style or your generous touch, Susan. So good to see you here again. Love it when you seamlessly weave your urbane and free-spirit sides to bring us such presence, such balance, such wisdom. Bless you, xx
Susan this is exceptionally well done, you drew us in to your country like a moth is drawn to light except in this case you allowed us not only to live but to enjoy,
Fee
Susan, this is stunning poetry! I am so glad to see you back here, I have missed you so much.
It certainly seems you have taken a mental health break..I need to do this soon, but my choice of sanctuary is the ocean. Perhaps Tahiti or some remote quaint island retreat...
"The material comes to own you..."
and once we've made that realisation, Susan,
we're in a position to move beyond and find ourselves again.
A gracious ode to what's best and natural and, in hope,
what will last a while longer if we're wise enough
to temper greed.
Invoking a search for happiness is something worth finding.
To secure them to memory get harder the older one gets.
But it's worth it.
I think poets live in a fantasy world anyway!!
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
You're right of course, material possessions do come to own you,
and so many people want far more than they could ever need.
thanks for sharing
Steve
A well-scribed ode to awareness, Susan.
Blessings,
Carolyn
Love and abundant blessings,
John Michael
Ron
Anna
Fee
keep ahold of those memories....nice write
It certainly seems you have taken a mental health break..I need to do this soon, but my choice of sanctuary is the ocean. Perhaps Tahiti or some remote quaint island retreat...
Come back again very soon, don't stay away....
Peace, love and light,
Amber
and once we've made that realisation, Susan,
we're in a position to move beyond and find ourselves again.
A gracious ode to what's best and natural and, in hope,
what will last a while longer if we're wise enough
to temper greed.
John
To secure them to memory get harder the older one gets.
But it's worth it.
I think poets live in a fantasy world anyway!!
Regis