tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669 (are we there yet?) kokopelle 2017-03-26T23:52:57Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:703325 2017-01-24T13:39:16Z 2017-01-24T13:39:16Z contemplative public 0 I was inspired to write “Mountain Pass” after finishing the breadth of “Great Expectations”. <br /><br /><br />Mountain Pass<br /><br />The path has found the mountain pass<br />leading up to higher realms<br />where a man will find their home<br />if earth revolves once more<br />the march uphill is not a rush<br />instead lends a misty calm<br />the path withheld in a fog<br />until the pass is come upon.<br /><br />There the snow is on green branch<br />the evergreen that has last laugh<br />while it may linger long in leaf<br />the man finds lack there of the same<br />above this place the earth is white<br />the ground is frozen in permafrost<br />only swept by stormy winds<br />then brought low by avalanche.<br /><br />Yet far below there lays the place<br />where journey started back in the day<br />by river the valley has been transcribed<br />by birth and youth they did reside<br />in that place of fair frolics<br />butterflies perform their labors<br />then the flowers bloom all day<br />the more the merrier as youth play.<br /><br />"Hello descendants", says the man<br />from high on perch in mountain pass<br />"can you lend a bit of warmth<br />or advise me how chase the cold?"<br />to this query the echoes laugh<br />rejoining that the chill will lead<br />those who climbed so high in life<br />through the brink of mountain pass.<br /><br />© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170124.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=703325" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2013-05-12:2014669:568729 2015-09-29T09:03:03Z 2017-03-26T23:52:57Z contemplative public 0 Viewing a past Kate Bush album cover "The Sensual World" got me thinking about photos of the past. I've been using photos from the 90's as pictorial accompaniment to my poems. The photos speak to people who are now in their late 40s or early 50s. The younger versions of themselves are as gone as my younger self is. There are the photos I have, but what of the times that are not captured? How are these remembered, and what price would be paid to somehow have a photo of the time?<br /><br /><br />Take the Photo<br />Poem for Day 271 – 20150929<br /><br />If I could go back to take the photo.<br />Turn back all the years with the camera.<br />We would be younger than we are now,<br />reliving the moments that were meant to last.<br /><br />Siblings and elders together again,<br />mother and father and grand alike,<br />paternal and adopted and step included<br />captured in memory of the photo.<br /><br />First met, first kiss, first love of mine,<br />distant acquaintance now by the years,<br />perhaps gone or feelings gone sour,<br />photo bring the past back from lore.<br /><br />The crowd together before the partings,<br />the deaths and distant wanderings,<br />could a better group be found again<br />without the help of the photo's hand?<br /><br />This photo is all I beg of God,<br />to visit that time would be blessing,<br />to see them again and feel their hugs<br />in the photo's image of life relived.<br /><br />© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&ditemid=568729" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments