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 in 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

Published June 30, 2010 Write a comment
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Karin Anderson
I love the colors you use throughout this piece and your appreciation of nature is wonderfully expressed and your detail so picturesque. I feel so refreshed after reading this Bob.
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robyn selters
Glorious imagery here that truly transports and fills. Your last verse is also brilliant in contrast... showing what many... in their pursuit of what is not real... fail to enjoy as do we.
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Fay Slimm
"Free your mental eye "-- is a fine piece of advice at the end of this colourful canvass of wonderful pictures your verse extends to us Bob - - a veritable feast.... thank you.....
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Don
The last stanza reminds me of why we go to the mountains or the desert or the sea..."to recall and free your mental eye from life's artificial pictures of want and its many landscapes of desire." Aptly stated. Thank you.
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RAJ NANDY
Hi Bob ! This break in the scoccer has given some time , and you are churning out some beautiful poetic lines ! Waiting for the third and I can hardly wait , to see those German giants slain ! Thanks for sharing this cool mountain verse , here i am boiling in Delhi's heat , though i know it could be worse ! - Raj
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yelena
What a beautiful landscape you painted here, Bob..:)
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