"knap" poems - Hello Poetry

We climbed from bedrock to Idyllwild the home of Pines to Palms and Suicide Rocks but not for us only for those poor tired souls for whom the world's gone flat refusing the night threw itself boldly into the fray of winds which blew from storm to calm so this morning we awoke to a placid knap slipping on snowy piste to turn cold snaps hot spiced Nepali tea sipped from ice nipped cups I see promise picks up from backward leaps time forward flips breaking free range igneous into pan piped sizzling congenial song that carries on the tree line like spring water sprung from creeks to go scurrying off with wet socks until pulled up by old school granite skies hanging pools out to dry in sopping blue rinsed sun ahead any bald rocks or hairline fractures are long since dialled in as baseless fears knowing this mobile age can merrily slip like air through numb fingers while baseline hands declare “hold me close to gather” edelweiss echoes gone rappelling through time the route we've chosen's to be tied to each other's peaks in the way of sun and moon come what may be it creases in our skin or crevasses we'll win the battle to slim line any overhanging ridges so I take care to tighten my girth hitch to top notch and hold firmly to both your conviction and reach that setting out to move mountains we call home achieves more than staying home and calling mountains so bright you have me forget all things too trite banal office hype shopworn old hat mowing lawn weekends too dishy to be clichéd you polish off the stereotype slam the Dior on out of shape and dull as ditchwater tripe keeping a victorious secret or two in the slip knot too tranquil shade taking allure to new heights we'll never drop down from tonight

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC

anthony-williams

The Climbing Edelweiss of Idyllwild

We climbed from bedrock to Idyllwild the home of Pines to Palms and Suicide Rocks but not for us only for those poor tired souls for whom the world's gone flat refusing the night threw itself boldly into the fray of winds which blew from storm to calm so this morning we awoke to a placid knap slipping on snowy piste to turn cold snaps hot spiced Nepali tea sipped from ice nipped cups I see promise picks up from backward leaps time forward flips breaking free range igneous into pan piped sizzling congenial song that carries on the tree line like spring water sprung from creeks to go scurrying off with wet socks until pulled up by old school granite skies hanging pools out to dry in sopping blue rinsed sun ahead any bald rocks or hairline fractures are long since dialled in as baseless fears knowing this mobile age can merrily slip like air through numb fingers while baseline hands declare “hold me close to gather” edelweiss echoes gone rappelling through time the route we've chosen's to be tied to each other's peaks in the way of sun and moon come what may be it creases in our skin or crevasses we'll win the battle to slim line any overhanging ridges so I take care to tighten my girth hitch to top notch and hold firmly to both your conviction and reach that setting out to move mountains we call home achieves more than staying home and calling mountains so bright you have me forget all things too trite banal office hype shopworn old hat mowing lawn weekends too dishy to be clichéd you polish off the stereotype slam the Dior on out of shape and dull as ditchwater tripe keeping a victorious secret or two in the slip knot too tranquil shade taking allure to new heights we'll never drop down from tonight