~Summit~
The unfinished parts
. . . Of life
Desultory strife
. . . Of the plain
Wall beyond wall
. . . Of redefinition
Effects
. . . Of inhumanity
Pry into your secrets
. . . Of off-base divided
Essence rolls
. . . Of separated souls
Effectively from other practices
. . . Of a hidden vice
Climb the highest summit
. . . Of “I wish I could be there”
Silence at the top
. . . Of sterile thunder
Mortal splendor
. . . Of perishing the thought beware
Define but do not define
. . . Of constipated meaning
Lies beget them
. . . Of palpability resigned
The distant summit lends enchantment
. . . Of a laborious view
But it is better to crawl than to balk
. . . Of edging towards the clouds
Ride the shade to spacious skies
. . . Of climbing away from fear
Embrace the goal
. . . Of reaching the summit.
Copyright © 2006 Tinka Boukes & Dennis O’Bell
Birgit and Roger
love and peace, Carole
. . . Of reaching the summit.
You two embrace it well.
well realized
a strong evocatice statement
good write
john+
It is definitely better to crawl, than sit and complain about, if only if. And it is better to ride in the cool shadows, unseen, than be out in the open, where you can be easy prey to vultures. Thought provoking poem .
~ Sara
Felix
great collaboration, another gem! I am
reaching the summit one way or another. ;)
eT
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
You's weave an inspiring and intelligent design here Tinks
Love
Peter