Sunday, July 19, 2015

Of Purple Mountains Majesty



Of Purple Mountains Majesty  

Of purple mountains majesty I sang
in my white school assembly shirt
in days before canvas hoisting running
from the suburbs to the city park
walking with an open heart into the 
headlights of that time of all-change-
possible - each fist clenched within 
velvet gloves of hope




Posted by Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP) at 4:58 AM
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16 comments:

  1. Jae RoseJuly 19, 2015 at 5:17 AM

    I love the contrasts...the passage of time..the hope tempered with reality..but most importantly still there

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  2. Vinay Leo R.July 19, 2015 at 5:39 AM

    Would be nice to sing about such a sight. :)

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  3. MaryJuly 19, 2015 at 5:50 AM

    I am not quite sure that I get this poem... But what I FEEL from it is the hope one had as a young person, the feeling that everything is possible....under the purple mountain majesty. I like 'velvet gloves of hope.'

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  4. Sumana RoyJuly 19, 2015 at 6:00 AM

    we all remember 'the time of all change possible' with a clenched fist....the youth's religion...

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  5. GailJuly 19, 2015 at 7:10 AM

    This is beautiful.

    Thanks for visiting

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  6. J.N.T.July 19, 2015 at 8:30 AM

    love your spirit of patriotism. very admirable! good writing!!!

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  7. Sanaa RizviJuly 19, 2015 at 8:39 AM

    Gosh! This is absolutely breathtaking both in picture and verse :D

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 19, 2015 at 9:24 AM

    I love that walking forward into all-change-possible, and those velvet gloves of hope. Cool!

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  9. Donna@LivingFromHappinessJuly 19, 2015 at 2:15 PM

    A lovely look back on those days when we had open hearts and all things seemed possible.

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  10. Old EggJuly 19, 2015 at 5:53 PM

    Despite the difference from those childish times and what we have have achieved there is still a yearning to return to that simpler more ordered life of our youth.

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  11. C.C.July 19, 2015 at 9:55 PM

    "velvet gloves of hope"---love that line and the idea of fists being clenched within them...so beautiful.

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  12. UnknownJuly 19, 2015 at 11:32 PM

    Lovely!

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  13. ZQJuly 20, 2015 at 11:00 AM

    Whew! That was perfect.
    ZQ

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  14. Gen Giggles July 20, 2015 at 1:50 PM

    Youth, you really got it in this one.

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  15. Magical Mystical TeacherJuly 21, 2015 at 4:32 AM

    Ending your poem with those clenched fists make me think two things: Either the speaker is very, very angry---or very, very determined. (Surely, it couldn't be both, could it?)

    Destiny’s Tales

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  16. totomaiJuly 21, 2015 at 3:00 PM

    A recollection of the past to appreciate today amd the future

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