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Saturday, March 30, 2013

After


Mountain by Anna Langova



After

They climbed just the two of them leaning
on a staff pretending to be old ones

They climbed up the peak
where they had been forewarned
tickled to laughter by the joy of life

Perhaps they were laughing as
they dropped - softly as petals on eternal stone

Lost these many years - Now found
in this ancient ivied-over pit

Their calls imagined - echoing
there – wafting through the luminous
locks of platinum hair sparkling
atop moon-silvered bones

Sweet as talcum powders
Innocent as the laughter
of children climbing
Just the two of them

Long ago and unafraid.










17 comments:

  1. Your imagination took you to a place both joyful and sorrowful.

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  2. hmmm.....nice. I liked it, too.

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  3. They say pride comes before a fall...

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  4. tickled to laughter by the joy of life...I want that!

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  5. 'sweet as talcum powders'..i can smell that..wonderful..after is a magical place..

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  6. "softly as petals on eternal stone" - what a vivid line! Love the closing lines. Poignant.

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    1. Thank you Sherry - that was one of my favorite images:)

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  7. Lovely! This brings back wonderful memories of adventuring from my childhood!

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  8. It is in our nature to want to turn that clock back. Luckily as writers we do, and sadly we weep more.

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  9. Pearl, this is so sad, yet filled with love. The lines, "luminous/locks of platinum hair sparkling
    atop moon-silvered bones," just about sent me skyward. Like a myth that was meant to be, a love, perhaps, that had to end that way, in their prime. Love, Amer

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    1. Aww you sweet thang -your comment just about sent me skyward - Thank you -always an extra special thrill when someone like you gets what I was feeling while writing :))

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  10. ohh, I wanted to clap my hands and giggle !

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  11. I like this part:
    "locks of platinum hair sparkling
    atop moon-silvered bones
    Sweet as talcum powders
    Innocent as the laughter"

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  12. Loved this poem! Amazingly descriptive. Definitely one to be read more than once. "locks of platinum hair sparkling atop moon-silvered bones...." Stunning!

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  13. The perils! A friend lost her two children in the same climbing accident. Linked by ropes and clips, one lost his footing and fell into a crevasse, pulling the other down, too. Heartbreaking.

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