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James B. Earley (5 April 1934 / Mounds, Il)
A Mountain Speaks
That distant valley
Far below
Was I...as a child
........Eons ago
I've known great happiness
Shared...such strife
As that of the dinosaur
Struggling for life
From a simple existence
I've seen Man grow
In the scheme of evolution
I'll watch......him go
I question......my being
Invariably...I find
.....A mere speck of sand
On......God's beach...of time
Author's note: The poem addresses Mt. Tamalpais, geographically to the immediate north of San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge. (The Mountain is sometimes known as 'The Sleeping Maiden, ' of Native American legend.) From my home, overlooking the northeastern perimeter of San Francisco Bay, I am blessed with a spectacular panorama of this magnificent creation! Viewing the Mountain, north to south, one can imagine the figure of a reclining female with an abundance......of long...flowing hair.
During periods of intense reflection, considering the Mountain....its splendor...its circumstance...its aggregate history...its future...its reticent humility...and the arrogant juxtaposition of Mankind, I often wondered, should the Mountain speak...What would it have to say? This work is the manifestation of untold hours of meditative thought.......a spiritual rendition of extraordinary.....time....and place!
Thanks to Rani Turton......whose observation was the catalyst inspiring the author's remark....
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This poem has many layers... I am very moved by your observations. I've probably seen that mountain [I was once a stewardess living in Burlingame]. We all are as grains of sand and together we form God's beach.
I agree with all other comments....wordless more I clap...keep clapping...and...may my endless clapping reach that speaking mountain...special clapping for thoe last two lines....awesome
There's a lot of benefit by reading this page. My heart is touched by the beautiful words and inspired me to write more good poems... and I also got to learn a bit of history and geography! ! ! Thanks a lot.10++++++ from me......
what a beautiful write.................. you have truly spoken for the mountain....well penned
oh yes, it is so and it is not so. what happened so long ago. i also have a sleeping lady. she lays between the blue of sky and sea. i will put it my poems, tomorrow just for you. amazing this time i did not vote and the comment area came to life. dunno. but love it. thanks for sharing
a philosophical read, with profound thought weaved flawlessly
Though beautifully concise, the vivid imagery speaks volumes. Excellent rendering of man's minute position in God's Timelessness.
I read some of your poems...not only are they well written, they are also well- thought! It seems like in each poems, you reflect deeply on things and circumstances you encounter. Each of us have our own unique interpretations about poems. I hope my interpretation hits your own even a little. The mountain speaks... it has spoken to you during your quiet times. As you gazed at the mountain's beauty, you began to think of your worth, your existence. At the end, you realized again that you are a mere speck of sand in the world... you may be insignificant to others but still, you are important to others no matter how few they are. I believe that God uses things and people to help and talk to us. Just think of how he used Mt. Talapaise to connect with you...
By the way, thanks for your comment.
God bless and take care.
Very yrue my friend man is an insignificant speck in the vastness of creation
Dear Mr.James B.Earley
It is very refreshing to read your cute poems. I think Mnt. Talapaise is really influencing your verses with her beauty and magnanimity. I read some of of your poems they are great. For your kind information I do not feel I am matured enough to write comments about your poems as my exprience is English literature is very minimal, I studied commerce and Law both subjects drains away one's artistic talents. So here I am posting my poems inroder to tease all of you.
Greetings
Satheesan rangorath