Up and Away
Sometimes I want to stand
at the top of a mountain
louder than thunder
until my anguish & frustration
bounce off the granite walls
& reverberate down into the valleys,
until all the critters scamper away
& the leaves fly off the trees
& the clouds in the sky part like theater curtains
& the hand of God reaches down
& lifts me up & away
to another planet.
Maybe I could hang out with Le Petit Prince & his beautiful beloved rose?
Oh well, then I climb down the imaginary mountain
& start sweeping dust
& gathering wild weed flowers
into a pretty bouquet
& once again find
Mon 30th Jan 2023 14:41
Thanks so much for your kind encouragement Stephen & Layla! Sometimes my poems get a little "out there" (magical realism style perhaps?) & it's nice to know folks enjoy them.
Mon 30th Jan 2023 13:28
The Little Prince is such a beautiful story. You incorporated it well into this poem.
Mon 30th Jan 2023 09:13
I was fascinated by this, Hélène. It seems to suggest that there is always hope in our earthly life.
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