Up on the mountain where people keep horses
A thoroughbred took me on a morning walk.
And whenever her head reared in laughter
I wanted to gallop with her through space.
I found a leaf on a big woody stem
Which would make a spoon for sipping sunset clouds,
Perfect for scooping up the twilight dew
But she told me it would be my weapon now;
I should take it to find the mountain lions,
But first I should give my face a lion-like expression
So the lions could show up halfway human.
I would join their war council near the peak
And negotiate for the safety of Kelsie-dog
With her curtsey perfected in Louis' court
Not a dog to slog in a bog, a doggone dog of god
That deserves my special esteem!
And what is more, my walking companion
Blessed my weapon with a shake of her mane
To let it double as a planting tool,
Suitable to scoop up beancurd squeezings
To make perfect compost for my flowers.
'A forty-year old woman is like beancurd squeezings
A fifty-year old man is like a flower, '
I came up the mountain in a puffing car
The red needle was near the red zone
But the mountain cooled my radiator.
I climbed this far, then we watched hawks
Climb circles in the deep well of sky.
I got drunk on blue, and almost fell in
And realized the climb had just begun.
Her voice sang like a mountain wind
In the shell of my ear, in the net of my nerves;
Her song set me loose to play in fields in color
It called up scenes of stained glass
Behind my eyes transforming
Then fading away in the breeze.
Please give me that light again
After all the movies I've seen
In a theater outside of me,
All those cheap flashes I did not earn,
I will prove how precious
My own scenes of light can be.
It's not silly verbiage, Denis! It's the loveliest poem that ever took me up a mountain that still needs climbing. There are so many words and phrases in this piece that I fell heads over hills with, and some sent me tumbling with laughter, many I can only envy your talent in writing. I have to tell you that this one stopped me in my tracks and I stood there enjoying the view instead of continuing up that mountain for a while- - -].I found a leaf on a big woody stem Which would make a spoon for sipping sunset clouds. Perfect for scooping up the twilight dew - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ] You, sir, so richly deserve this being selected as Poem of the Day.
The trill of climbing a familiar mountain and continually making new discoveries!
For the 'Mountain that still needs climbing' top stars and to my favourite too. Will come back to to read it again.
Wonderful poem Denis. Loved reading it. The spiritual journey in search of your Buddhist teacher is so motivating.
Thanks Geeta. maybe you will also find this one interesting: I WANT TO BE YOUR PERSONAL POETRY TRAINER
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful work filled with beautiful images! Well done my friend!
Howard, knowing you to be the one who CHOSE MOUNTAINS in one of your poems, I am extra pleased to read this note of encouragement. Thanks for dropping by on your way to more sumits.
It is great to be in contact with fellow climber. Much success to you as you continue to climb and conquer you mountains.