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Upon arrival my thoughts painted a patina Full of dark hues of crimson and ink Creating a stark contrast between the living colors of a healthy mountain sky Months of worry and loss perpetuated a sense of loneliness Like a disease slowly unraveling the progress and success Obtained after years of falling You taught me how to stand... How to love... And how to forget... Upon my first step into this wilderness, Our home, A rush of lost emotion was found And above me the sky roiled, Screaming in protest, As my thoughts of you merged with the quiet serenity of the neighboring peaks To form a rolling tempest Of our past and my present The pain then crashed upon my soul Sending myriad flashes of opposing memories Incompatible with the reality of your absence Through this colorful migraine I found the courage to take another step, One foot in front of the other, Each alleviating your glare that had consumed my senses With the last ray of light upon the horizon I, like the sun, set down your image So that upon my arisal Fresh eyes can begin to see the sky For its own inherent beauty That for so long I had attributed to you
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Upon Arisal
Upon arrival my thoughts painted a patina Full of dark hues of crimson and ink Creating a stark contrast between the living colors of a healthy mountain sky Months of worry and loss perpetuated a sense of loneliness Like a disease slowly unraveling the progress and success Obtained after years of falling You taught me how to stand... How to love... And how to forget... Upon my first step into this wilderness, Our home, A rush of lost emotion was found And above me the sky roiled, Screaming in protest, As my thoughts of you merged with the quiet serenity of the neighboring peaks To form a rolling tempest Of our past and my present The pain then crashed upon my soul Sending myriad flashes of opposing memories Incompatible with the reality of your absence Through this colorful migraine I found the courage to take another step, One foot in front of the other, Each alleviating your glare that had consumed my senses With the last ray of light upon the horizon I, like the sun, set down your image So that upon my arisal Fresh eyes can begin to see the sky For its own inherent beauty That for so long I had attributed to you
First piece in my new series "Mountain Views of Silent Nights". Copyright L.R. Thompson Poetry
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
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