upon a
mountain
we sat
souls dug in
good
upright
still as statues
while
smoke
& hot valley
whispers
tangoed up
tripping
wild as lightning
we stayed
as they
smothered
us &
prayed
for them
to cover us
There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.
souls dug in... love that!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Just read yours as well but was unable to comment. We can never truly go home, can we? Beautifully bittersweet
ReplyDelete... "wild as lightning" ... a nice phrase.
ReplyDeleteThank you, indybev
DeleteExcellent - so brief but very descriptive. I love the sweep of the words here.
ReplyDeleteThank you for finding your way back here.
DeleteI like the souls dug in line so much. As I read, I am thinking of the wildfires, the lightning, "smoke and hot valley whispers."
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry
DeleteMaybe humans are the only natural thing that can be so still. And nature moves on.
ReplyDeleteThe stillness is an illusion...maybe
Delete"Good upright still as statues" yet "smoke and hot valley whispers were welcomed"? There seems to be an anomaly there or perhaps you are implying that there is no way to escape the downside of the world even if we try!
ReplyDeleteExactly. It takes superhuman strength to not just give in or give up
DeleteLove the contrast: 'souls dug in' & 'smoke / & hot valley / whispers / tangoed up'...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sumana
Delete"wild as lightning
ReplyDeletewe stayed
as they
smothered us"
very intriguing It feels like wanting to give in to temptations
I love the easy flow of this
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jae
DeleteNice - this is a meditation (of sorts). I can picture the scene.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading, Mary. I'm glad you liked it
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