Snow plow
Our neighbor plows
down-hollow and back,
his wife riding shotgun.
The old plow truck hasn’t left
the mountain in years,
bound to its one road.
In each yard,
it raises white ramparts
from the fallen enemy.
Poems on the topic: mountain
Poems on the topic “mountain” on Poets.by.
Aphelion
i wish i could hate you
because hatred moves mountains and ends lives
in a frantic, desperate blaze no one can stop
but fear shackles me to the ground
begging for the end
and all i have is a spark of what could've been
* * *
The boy learnt to run without stopping.
Spreading his arms and aiming for the mountains.
Even the wind bowed at his strength.
As he embraced the world with a grin.
But then, his arms are shaking.
And for a while, He is lost in a mysterious fountain.
His breath lost to the sea and his voice faint.
He gazed at the image before him.
What a wonderful creature!
He moved closer to behold the image
And then he is trapped in the beast's nest
He saw more than his weary eyes could eat
He painted so quickly a perfect future.
Slowly he grow impatient and there came rage.
He thought he had found love clothed in a dress
But Love had scars,dressed perfectly with the help of a makeup kit.
Tierra del Fuego
Tierra del Fuego, Land of Fire! How further long
How many days and nights – or would it be months and years
Or – would it be never, I shudder to think.
How further long would you come to me in my sleep
In my waking hours, in my walks in the mountains
How further long would it be when I touch you finally?
Tierra del Fuego, you have remained a dream
Decades old, when unable to resist you, I tore off a picture
And kept you in my treasure chest, locked in the depths of my heart!
I yearned for you so much, Tierra del Fuego!
You were a kindred soul in my tempestuous youth.
Your trees twisted in the storm
Storms, passionate and intense,
Raging waves lashing against the cliffs
Himalaya by Proxy
In the air-conditioned chill of the office
In the desktop picture of Mount Everest
In passwords like Ganga, Yamuna
Badri, Kailas or Manasarovar -
Leafing, surreptitiously, through the books on treks
To Himalayas and wilderness
Dreaming meandering through
Rhododendrons and snow bound paths-
I imagine the sips of water from my bottle
To be that of the streams in the mountains.
It is really so easy; all I have to do
Is to get up from my seat
Leave the complaining customer
Walk over to the window at the rear of the office
And look up at the skies…
Death of a Banker, foretold
Drowning, choking, slowly killing
Myself
In the swirling waters of currency notes
Beneath the debris of credits and debits
Settling down
Into the mud of greed, of breach of trust,
Of bribes and frauds and distrust
Sinking
Into the quicksand of speculations
Hopes of life bursting like bubbles of my breath –
I dream -
Of snow-capped mountains…
* * *
in the mountains
just before the full moon sets
another grey rock
Actopan
And there will be time
it was said
to follow the goat-herd
into the mountains
and dance to the
shepherd's music.
But the rain
was strong
insistent
and long.
Our heads wet
we slept together
on the hay
with only a song
for passion.
Algeria National Rt. 3, 61 km to Annaba
followed creek upstream
till lost in stones
wait in a dark
cloak
for ride
east.
road goes up in brown hills
ten thousand men
walk in the gardens of the prophet
no cars
white & black goats in shallow wash
mountains move far away
* * *
Stirring up dirt
I throw my leg
Over the motorcycle
And hang on
Down grizzly peak we hit air
pockets of plum blossom and pine
Henry turns back and shouts to me
I shout yes I shout yes
'cause I didn't hear him
My leg stinging with wind
Where I burned it on tailpipe.
* * *
Spring---
and the last white flower
fades from the blue stem of the mountain
Wyoming
A mountain outside
a room inside
a skull above
Snow on the mountain
flowers in the room
thoughts in the skull.
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