My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

November 13, 2011 ” old mountains”

“old mountains”

 *

the mountains of my home are old

as old as the earth

aged hard faces wearing smooth

with crooked spines and withered fingers

no longer reaching toward heaven

but falling back toward hell

deconstructing

shedding majesty for maturity

strength for sagacity

tumbling rivers for trickling streams

granite heights for trembling stones

misty memories lost in gathering fog

carried away by soft breezes

whispering gently in my ears

reminding me of old mountains

and relentless time

tlh 11/13/11

Advertisements

4 responses

  1. I really enjoyed this Tracy. Thanks for posting it to Facebook.

    November 13, 2011 at 9:52 pm

  2. Beautiful as always, my friend. You exquisitely capture the alteration of time.

    November 14, 2011 at 7:26 am

  3. Just a beautiful poem and the images are very vivid with you words.

    November 14, 2011 at 9:45 am

  4. You bring the vision of the mountains to life very well here, I can see broken boulders and rounded rocks, weathered by wind and water in my mind’s eye. I grew up near the White Mountains of NH, this made me remember hiking in them very clearly. Thank you for the memory!

    November 16, 2011 at 1:01 pm

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s