Climb Poem by Glen Kappy
Climb
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
August sun rising.
In nook on quiet street
morning glories climb.
We should never crave the view from a peak to stimulate our senses. Sunrise, a nook and Morning glories revealed is peak perfection as is this poem.
of course peaks can be breathtaking and thrilling, but how many peaks can we go to? meanwhile, i continue to be amazed how i go for walks not caring if i write new poems, and stuff just keeps on coming while i look about and take things in. each noticing, each insight, is a kind of peak, no? thanks, edmund. -glen
thanks, laurie! and here i was thinking no more morning walks (with being on a school schedule) so therefore a reduction in poem writing. but... appreciate you following my poems. -glen
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4/26/2024 11:11:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a surprise! And a welcome one! I've never quite understood the lure of climbing. The risk seems to outweigh the benefits of a vista. It seems to derive from our human arrogance. I was expecting to dins such a poem - Edmund Hillary on Annapurna confused about why he did it. Because it's there, he said to the press, thereby adding ignorance to arrogance. But instead you give us morning glories in their natural reaching up into the air for sunlight. No arrogance, no blather, just a peaceful morning.
and again, daniel, you read me perfectly. what made this especially nice was that it was so unexpected- this walk near a school during a prep period, this poem idea. thank you. -glen