Mountains Recalled
Fluffy clouds fold over mountains,
their tops hidden and obscured.
Looking down folds of green
rush down to reach a stream, a
water flow that cascades and drops;
a sparkling torrent rushing down.
Quite brilliant on a hillside near by,
white rocks scattered here and there;
close by, wild flowers, coloured red,
yellow, blue, orchids pink and white.
Red plants with bright white seeds,
imitate a patch of snow that bleeds,
whilst red grasses manifest a blush.
Soil orange, red and mouldy grey,
stunted yellow grass on rocky crags,
boulders, giant rocks, mountain cliffs,
aged grey, brown, have orange flecks;
their weathered faces aged by time,
weary: countless memories to recall.
The stillness of the air feeds down,
the silence magical, no thoughts
expressed, scene now to beautiful
to grasp. Clouds have now expired,
our view is clear, mountains stretch
endlessly to the far point of the eye.
Breathe take in gulps of hilly air,
refresh your mindscape once more,
take home this cool mountain scene,
to recall and free your mental eye
from life’s artificial pictures of want
and its many landscapes of desire.
Bob Blackwell
15-03-2010
You have painted your poem by your colourful words....A unique one..
absolutely delightful... I feel my mindscape refreshed... I am there...
Nice colorful poem
beautiful worded poem Bob.
Mountain tops covered with white clouds and green plants covered down to the plains with a water fall turning into cascade give a clear picture of freshness of Nature very interesting for the mind to have bliss with peace! Nice image you have depicted as an artist of Nature!
The Lake district Bob. Although it always rains as Soon as I cross the border
BOB , you describe the landscape out there with poetic grandure ! Does it remind you of the mountains of Wales too ! I read about Wales for my Story of English part two ! Thanks, -Raj
beautiful and serene beauty of the mother...well pictured BOB
breathtaking write Bob, sort of puts pen y bal mountain in the shade :)