Posts Tagged ‘mountains’

Search for Blue

June 5, 2019

The Traveler’s main burden is a restless soul. He has carried it dutifully for a long time.

Traveler’s roots were deep, but not necessarily set into a specific place on this earth. Having  traversed many a mile of land and sea, this sojourner had been driven westward, in search of some destination that could not yet be clearly identified. So it might be said his roots stretched deep into life itself, rather than a place.

   At least for now.

   From a continental origin he had sailed o’er channel, into stillness and storm, outside of the norm, through  unknown , and out the other side of somewhere . . .  arriving for a season upon an ancient isle. But finding very little solace there, traveler had redirected  weary legs to ascend yet another gangplank, so that he might be transported to that great land he had heard tales of, beyond the blue.

   The seaport where he disembarked was, as it happened, a frontier for foreigners not unlike himself. They had uncovered motivations to—for whatever reason—not remain where they had begun. And so, having hung their hopes upon such vague restlessness, they undertook yet another phase of the great journey to somewhere yet to be determined.

    By ‘n by, the traveler eventually found himself ascending a long piedmont hill, and so it seemed when he had reached the top of it, the extended journey was now delivering him to a wide westward-looking vista.

    Pausing to catch breath, Travis trained his eyes on a string of  faraway ridges. Obviously high, yet . . . it seemed . . . gently-sloping. . . forested they were, and having no cragginess that he could see from here. That string of mountains  stretched like great slumbering beached whales across the entirety  of his new horizon. From  north  to south . . . blue, and blue to blue on blue, and more . . . blue.

He had never seen such a thing.

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So  this must be the  beginning of Search for Blue . . .

Beneath the Folds

May 4, 2016

Many and many an eon ago,

the earth upon itself did flow.

Magma splattered; lava rolled,

laying earth in fold on fold.

LavaFlow

While peaks poked up in seismic lifts

valleys formed in with earthen rifts.

Mountains rose up to skyward dreams

valleys settled into watery streams.

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When Man wandered out across this earth

his life came renewed in newborn birth;

our legacy rose up in times of old

beneath the covering of Woman’s fold.   

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Together, our human adventure we did form

through thick and thin, through calm and storm.

When man’s stony knob doth ascend

Hallelujah! woman’s cleavage doth transcend.

Glass half-Full

In the Air I have seen

April 18, 2016

In the air my eyes have seen

more wonders than I could ever dream.

Some loom large with majesty so grand . . .

MtRngUt

. . . while others dangle on delicate strands.

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In the air my eyes have beheld

certain patterns into which my mind can delve

like dappled skies in cloud-swept windrows . . .

CloudDapl. .

.  .  . and divided glass on skyscraped windows.

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In the air I have noticed with my very own eyes

incredible creatures that somehow can rise,

like this simple bird whose lifestyle, so exquisite . . .

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. . . surpasses the swami’s contrived solicit.

Levitator

In the air I have observed with my God-given eyes

such incredible scenes which life doth devise

like the sinister mystery of this Paris gargoyle . . .

ParisGargoyl

 . . . and majestic Alps formed without human toil.

AlpsValy

In the air my eyes have seen

more wonders than I could ever dream,

from large to small, from ridiculous to sublime,

between stupid and smart, to stupendously divine.

Glass half-Full