On Powders’ Peak
mutely into
the pit of Locks
thrumming
through the moon-light
On Powders’ Peak
the ancient
staff etched
ever
faintly in stone
points to
the dawn
Where the
lost are found
persons are
reconfigured
and all
answers are
written on
soft petals falling
from
Powders’ Peak
Nice use of repetition, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteI like how this piece seems to "roll" off the tongue.
ReplyDeleteI'm on my way to Powders' Peak...!
ReplyDeleteHaha watch your step :)
DeletePearl, you continue to weave your words into the finest fabric. I am warmed by its comfort. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAwwww Walt - thank you dear poetic friend - lovely lovely comment :) looking forward to playing at PAD if the RoboEditor doesn't slow us down! :)
Deletein re-reading this poem there seemed to be a redemptive tone to it - somehow echoing the day - do you agree?
DeleteI like it, especially the last stanza. These lines really grab me: "Where the lost are found persons are reconfigured"
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful....
ReplyDeleteI am here after SO long!! Sorry about that!!
inside that bowl, I see the whole world