Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Mount

I journeyed from the depths below
to that shrine where wild flowers grow
and clouds come close enough to know;

I beckoned one to socialize
but it ignored my squeaky cries
preferring the untainted skies

then left without a second glance—
consoled by blossoms’ breezy dance
I managed a forgiving stance

forgetting what it means to frown
just long enough to cast eyes down
and watch a monarch leave it’s crown

to also fly away scot-free,
somehow escaping gravity
and all the hapless fools like me

that wonder on such perfect days
if we could ever thusly raise
ourselves above our worldly ways.

5 comments:

Noah the Great said...

You never break a rhyme with a word that could have been improved.

Stacey said...

wonderful as usual, hope your well Bob ;-D

Shirley said...

Hi Bob, so nice to have you back and sounding happy. This reminds me of "Labor Day at the Shrine". The same feeling comes across. Sounds like a place you should visit more often.

rch said...

Hey Noah thanks bro!

Hi Stacey thanks and I hope you are as well :D

Hello Shirley, very perceptive of you. It is an actual shrine to martyrs in Auriesville NY but alas I can't find any pics that do it justice.

Shirley said...

I guess you'll have to go armed with digital camera next time! :)