Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The Architect



we hike on wooden legs
through labored gulps & pouring sweat
one step at a time

if we could, we would roll down muddy
mountain slopes, pebbles crashing on cascade 
we hike on wooden legs 

against majestic giant trees & rocks
nestling in silent hymns, we take in the vista-
through labored gulps & pouring sweat

canvas of green, dotted hills, lair of forest-
the panoramic view at the top, we swoon
one frame at a time  




Mountains of Alberta, Canada
From my summer album of 2017


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Cascade Poetics hosted by Amaya.   Our prompt tonight asks you to incorporate the word "cascade", or reflect on its metaphysical properties and what it means in life, or write a shape poem showing us a picture of a cascade. And, even though we're not technically "Meeting the Bar" tonight with a set form, a bonus challenge is to write a cascade form poem with however many stanzas you choose. 

16 comments:

  1. Oh.. for such a wonderful view, I wouldn't mind some sweat and wooden legs... it's worth all the frames you can get.

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  2. Oh it takes me back! My wooden legs are longing to get there, be among ancestors. I'm always looking forward to your photos and poems of the Alberta wilderness.

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  3. I like the way the repeated lines subtly change their meaning. And of course, the sweating up the mountain is the price you pay for that view!Fabulous.

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  4. The title was a surprise, Grace – it’s always the first thing I look at and think about – and I love the opening line: the wooden legs, labored gulps and pouring sweat made me feel exhausted, but well worth the view! I love the ‘canvas of green, dotted hills, lair of forest’ and ‘we swoon one frame at a time’ is perfect.

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  5. I really like how the stanzas explain the climb with the repeating lines changing a bit, and that
    "we swoon one frame at a time"--I love that!

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  6. You had me at /nestling in silent hymns/. Whenever I hiked in, or even drove through the mountains, Cascades or Rockies, I swear, listening to the wind whistling around peaks, I hear an angelic choir.

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  7. Beautiful poem Grace, spectacular photo - a wonderful post!

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  8. your poem is beautiful! The mountains of Alberta are breathtaking!

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  9. I especially love the 2nd stanza.

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  10. The joy of mountain vistas, yes..."we swoon one frame at a time"! Great poem...praise to the Architect.

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  11. I like the stepping contrasted with the rolling and the pause--great timing with the rhythm.

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  12. Your words flow and roll easily into each other, I love your mountain climb

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  13. this is a wonderful picture painted by words, no photo needed to enjoy it one frame at a time, i can relate to the wooden legs Grace, but the spirit pushes on

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  14. Beautiful cascading image you've woven here.

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