Crumbling mountains

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Pellinore, Feb 16, 2009.

  1. Pellinore

    Pellinore Member

    As the past ravages,
    through the misty mountains,
    crumbling it under the weight,
    of uncontainable memories,
    crippling the rock solid boulders,
    into a scattered desert,

    where only a mad soul wanders,
    looking for the mountains,
    that once were.
    mourning the beauty that was in the past,
    cursing the desert, with his hands and old limbs.
     
  2. I like it, despite the futility it inspires.
     
  3. sylvanlightning

    sylvanlightning Prismatic Essence

    Powerful feeling to this poem...

    vast stretches of lone/expansiveness;
    archaic misunderstandings ~~*
     

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