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Slumbering Peaks July 22, 2015

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High above where the air is thin
the fir-backed giants slumber.
Sleeping deep and dreaming big
their earthly lives none remember.

The trees sway and rocks tumble
the dreaming giants quake.
Prophecised or otherwise
for reasons lost, the mountains wake.

Pulling up roots and bending their knees
tree trunks crack against ancient bones.
Much has changed since last it woke
empires lost and new seeds sown

Shaken by sights of smoke and tar,
it sleeps to escape the age of war.


Onward! May 12, 2009

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I stopped reading
in between
the lines
What a joke to
look among
life’s hard pressed
When the scent of
burst through
the windows of
my open mind
the shutters
Coaxing shapely
and ambitious
A new generation
of ripples
taking shape
making waves
in otherwise concrete
Can’t dwell on
this emotion
in motion
too long before
it fades
like last night’s
star light
Can’t let my
dreams turn
white dwarf
before they get
to glimmer
like the twinkle
in your baby blues
A breeze reawakens
cotton ball fantasies
And the day
has scarcely been
embarked upon