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Debbie Apr 12
Meet me at
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old.
Stirs a riveting lazy pleasure
in my soul's craters.
Ojas Kulkarni Apr 11
The mountain’s summit captures every eye,
Its steadfast might withstands the fiercest storm.
Through wind and snow its gentle soul shall lie,
It waits for summer’s joy so bright and warm.

Adventure stirs the soul; the summit calls!
What fame and fortune lie for those who dare!
While facing cold and narrow, deadly falls,
Of conquered peaks we are so well aware.

For every arduous climb there is return,
A silent rest to golden dreams of youth.
A quiet truth embraced by those who yearn,
That transience is nature’s only truth.

No matter where they rest and where they roam,
The foothills are what mountaineers call home.
Debbie Apr 5
I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
****** my humble eye.
Alaska is awaiting my return. My sister lives there.
I fell in love with a mountain,
I worshipped her from afar.

She drew me in closer
I slept in her arms.

Gazing up into her treetops
Sleeping beneath God's stars.

The Milky Way is just a halo
My mountain wears at night.

The valley sleeps in her shadow
securely without fright.

Her protections all around.

No place on earth
I'd rather be than here.

Listening to the wind,
whistling through the air.

The smell of earth and pine
the mountain breathes,
for me to hear.

Yes, I fell in love with
a mountain, and she
doesn't even know I'm here.

She just stands in
Quiet majesty
without a care.

And in her stoic indifference
I stare up at her,

and I swear, it makes
me love her even more.
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Debbie Apr 2
The water was a blue universe where the soul is fluid.
Lifetime far away from the closest human grid.
Aquamarine dream, shines a glacial sheen
of a mountainside secluded lake.
Engulfed in triangular summits with their bleached
termination dust flakes.
The peace was so still and so primitively profound.
There existed no need to make a single sound.
My every hurt was soothed with liquid blue bliss.
Morning would bring a hypnotic mist.
Moistening blades of grass that are April sun kissed.
Grateful to be alive to witness such a sight.
My soul floats the motionless blue with
sweet trembling tranquil delight.
Reminds me of my visit to Lake Ekluna in Alaska.
My sister lives there.
There's something bout this place,
America, rolling plains and jagged peaks,
Skies of stars drifting in my gaze.

Europe has history,
But we have soul,
No where's better for me,
Than America's portion of the seas.

Whether or not we're falling apart,
This landscape is beyond mere art,
After all, we all came here to make dreams,
Not for the perfect life,
But one we'll remember when it ends.
Home
Gideon Mar 8
The tide waves goodbye as I drive back to the mountains of my home.
Though there is no snow at their shallow peaks,
I miss those fall colors which raised me to wonder.
I wonder where the mountains meet the sea.
I wonder if those who only see one or the other
will ever truly understand the beauty this earth provides.
The tide waved goodbye,
and then the leaves on the mountain trees waved hello again.
Zywa Feb 27
Mountains around me,

silence, the space, and the wind --


that I can be here.
Novel "Tutto il cielo che serve" ("All the sky you need", 2022, Franco Faggiani)

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
When you play Magic; The Gathering,
You gotta understand what color you are inside,
That way you can play your color better.
You could be white like the plains,
Focused on order and loyalty,
Keeping a tight fist on your life.
You could be black like a swamp,
Willing to give anything,
To obtain everything.
You could be blue like an island,
Logical and cold,
Doing the hard job of saying no.
You could be red like a mountain,
Fiery and bold,
Ready to rage out on your enimies.
You could be green like a forest,
Big and boisterous,
Here for the friends and things.
My choice cardboard rectangle game
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