Mountain Poems
goliath
by kat katjjj
Continue readingPalace of the Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
realm of vivid colors
rainbow mountain in peru
gold days, crimson nights
Rattlesnake Mountain Dialogue
by Maxwell Bodenheim
Rattlesnake Mountain
Every night the sky grips my shoulder, in pain.
The cows upon my slope
Attack their blades of grass with less decision.
The boulders reaching in to form my ribs,
Are touched by evening dizziness, to dust,
And lose their fierce pretence of hardness.
Three crows in a row
Search for clearer tongues, with steady discords.
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Green Mountain
by Li Po
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
Rattlesnake Mountain Fable Ii
by Maxwell Bodenheim
August sauntered down the mountain-side,
Dropping mottled, turbid wraiths of decay.
The air was like an old priest
Disrobing without embarrassment
Before the dark and candid gaze of night.
But these things brought no pause
To the saucily determined squirrel.
His eyes were hungrily upturned
To where the stars hung- icily clustered nuts
Dotting trees of solitude.
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Palace of the Sun
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
realm of vivid colors
rainbow mountain in peru
gold days, crimson nights
goliath
by kat katjjj
Continue readingGreen Mountain
by Li Po
You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
Rattlesnake Mountain Fable Ii
by Maxwell Bodenheim
August sauntered down the mountain-side,
Dropping mottled, turbid wraiths of decay.
The air was like an old priest
Disrobing without embarrassment
Before the dark and candid gaze of night.
But these things brought no pause
To the saucily determined squirrel.
His eyes were hungrily upturned
To where the stars hung- icily clustered nuts
Dotting trees of solitude.
......
Rattlesnake Mountain Fable I
by Maxwell Bodenheim
Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness
Crowned by the shifting bravado
Of his long, brown ears,
The rabbit peeked at the sky.
To him, the sky seemed an angelic
Pasture stripped to phantom tranquility,
Where one could nibble thoughtfully.
He longed to leave his mild furtiveness
And speak to a boldness puzzled by his flesh.
With one long circle of despairing grace
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