peak poetry
comes so oft this final quarter of
two thousand twenty four,
and persists into the age of
two thousand twenty five

perhaps the urgency my yet signal
becoming another
fade~a~swaying?

bones sense the jig jog
getting closer to a
closing bow of
denouement,

nothing specific
but my seer,
my godmother fairy,
unsmiling ******,
yet brimming with
inside out insights
delivered
in my face
direct delivery
face slapping

from my
bathroom mirror
Mirror Mirror
On the Wall
Complaint Dept.

advises me with an
opening grimace

that the current is fastest beneath where
the biggest boulders congregate, and
surficial eddies mislead with an artistic
mild on the river top, what hides
beneath is more likely to drown
and swallowing you whole
when you’ve peaked
poetry

The plains-stretched sky soars sullenly,
Graceless sans hills, lonely less trees.
Starkly exposed tending swept-grass streams,
With naught but sparse clouds to mask modesty.

Let me glimpse the sky peaking playfully behind arboreal eaves,
Branches breaking blue monotony with autumn-bright leaves.
Show me a valley mid-winter-doze, cozy between mountains steep,
Sleepy sun-shadows shifting on snow as the sky climbs for her peek.

Stumbling across the periphery,
Escapist tendancies surface henceforth and again.
Deafened heartbeating thunderously infectious.
Caution to the wind.

Caution, in the brittle spirit of intermittent heartache.
Slanting sideways in the wind.
Battered yet standing have,

Caution. The winds of change blow away.
Strung along the periphery.
Tighter than pianostrings.
Pluck, pluck away,
And listen to my songs for,
My crescendo has yet to come

What you desire
is what you seek,
you'll play with fire
to reach the peak.

Trails of light impair sight
Pulsating snake-like kites
Shine stronger collectively
More from than the left or right
I, cannot see properly
What is in front of me
Peak lightning streaks

Been here before
Status is temporary
Symptoms of brain fatigue
Or excessive use of screens
Warning signs align
Step away from this stationary place
Researching this state
No pain or migraine
Time to vacate by taking a break

Wind throws itself through my clothes,
tossing my hair and cooling the sweat of the climb
from my burning, beating body.
I am here. I am where I need to be -
high above the crowds and the clouds,
alone and utterly free.
There is much to see
but little to do,
and earthly troubles melt away
amidst these towering peaks.

It is mine, I declare.
But no, only in the mountains
do you finally realize
that nothing belongs to you.