Poem -

Black Stone + Edge

Black Stone + Edge

I know of a mountain
Sharp ridged and icy
peaked 
Sky climbing....to spear the
clouds
Though I know not of where
Its high top is found

I know of its middle
Of its black stone and edge
Of the crumbling thunder
That is found on each ledge

And I know of its softness
Or where a wild flower
grows
I know all its soft spots
Of its heat and its cold

I roam on its baseline
Where the sharp brambles
breathe
I am one with its shadow
With its trees and soft
leaves

It is sometimes for sunshine
Then sometimes for rain
I know of its secrets, all its
crag and its pain

I climb and I fall 
Then I climb high again
There is no other place, I
can rule or can reign

This mountain is mine
And it's name is my soul
This soft rugged place
That I know well as home

M P 25/4/22
 

Like 4 Pin it 4
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Jim "The Lad" ....

love those mountains and this poem!............................................................Jim

Reply
author
Marion

Thankyou Jim...so sorry for late reply x

Reply
author
Tony Taylor

You are too good for words....this is friggin' divine love!!.......big smiles......T xo  : )

Reply
author
Marion

Hey Tony...thankyou! sorry for late reply x

Reply
author
Shaun Cronick

Marion, thoroughly enjoyed reading this and simply thank you for sharing the inner journey and the scenery.
Shaun. x.
 

Reply
author
Marion

Hey Shaun...love to see you back...thankyou x

Reply
Poem -

the leaved tea

Had I found time
To have read the leaved tea
Years ago Years

would you still be with...

Poem -

weren't you?

I think now
I might have kept a thing
Your green eye in a glass case

a hand or a foot...

Poem -

rise

and when it rose, it rose alone
night moved in
became my home

and not a star it...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

YELLOW - A POEM BY...

YELLOW

YELLOW - A POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

YELLOW Upon the loom where sunlit threads glow
A drape of gold, a vibrant, flowing hue,
That...

Poem -

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A FLOWING GRACE

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A FLOWING GRACE
A flowing grace, a vibrant hue,
Against a tranquil, emerald view.
The...

Poem -

THREADS OF GOLD - A POEM BY...

THREADS OF GOLD

THREADS OF GOLD - A POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

THREADS OF GOLD A drape of silk, a canvas finely spun,
Where threads of gold and silver intertwine...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com