The Pinnacle of it all

To the top of the mountain 

you carry your dream

Hart worn,hard fought,

the pinnacle 

A solitary wind blows 

Touching the air,you reach;

Grasping the mirage 

of what you believe. 

Hands fall silent,laden with promise 

Eyes hung to the horizon 

Othere mountains,ragged peaks

their distance weary.   

Flags of achievement flutter, desolate 

Remembered, unforgettable, the past

The emptiness of it all,filled with pride, 

the warmth returns

The decent ,awaits; to return 

The reality of dreams.

🌷 (3)

◄ Splitting

Empty Hat ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 8th Oct 2017 20:00

Thank you Cynthia and Martin for your kind and encouraging comments on my poem, your comments are always appreciated. Thanks.

Martin Elder

Sun 8th Oct 2017 17:40

I like the way you take the reader up there and a sense of awe and achievement at having done so.
Nice one

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 8th Oct 2017 12:40

Some very fine thoughts creatively expressed.

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