From what mountaintop did you
Gain wisdom?
Did you cherish the ledges you
Gained the summits with?
What will you use to climb back
Down?
Did you ever notice...watching
Eagles tumbling, playing...
Their talons curled?
Withdrawn?
Not hurting?
Perhaps mate. Perhaps usurper
Of mountain spirits.
Sky spirits.
Never rending...holding you
Cloud-high, spirit-cloaked...until
You realized...no going back.
Never to walk Gardens again.
Keeping your wisdom on mountains
Of ice. Glaciers.
Lonely, misted memories of
Delicately touching Roses...
Empresses of Earth-bound,
Sweet Gardens.
Mountains keep your remains.
Once you were a careful Gardener...
But, exchanged that...for
Wisdom.
A splendid poem Elysabeth! ! A pleasure to read indeed! ! ! *10*! ! Best regards! , Friend Thad
... a delicately touching piece, stylish and thought-provoking. t x
very nice poem, read hall of obscurity, days of the past and basic instinct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even wisdom comes not without a price! Obvious depth of thought. Excellent...