Some poems from the highlands
Here are a few poems I penned while up near Hope Lake in Colorado. Perhaps it was the thin air or the wildly colourful wildflowers that spurred this moment of connection and observation. Nonetheless a few poems for your day.
I took a walk
I took a walk in the meadows one day and noticed the mountain flowers making love to the summer’s breeze.
I did not dare interrupt.
What can one do in such moments?
In distance places
In distant places nearly forgotten
I hear the drums beating.
O fool, wipe that smile off your face,
These are not the threatening sounds of war drums.
Listen again
Listen carefully
Listen to what is coming.
These are the syncopated rhythms of peace
Full and melodious
The sounds that spur even the most reserved to dancing.
We must prepare ourselves
For the drummers are soon approaching
Are you ready to dance?
Raa-pa-ta-ta-tum-tum.
A letter to my friend, the Pica.
Dear Pika,
Thank you for coming to visit with me just now. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day. I’m glad you came. I know you didn’t have a lot of time to chat. In fact, it was only a quick “hello there my man” and “nice socks!” That was about it, but you put a smile on my face.
I’ll leave this note for you. I’m hoping that next time we can go exploring together. You can show me your favourite spots on this mountainside and also the flowers that make the best salad.
Until next time my friend,
Marcel
I took a walk
I took a walk in the meadows one day and noticed the mountain flowers making love to the summer’s breeze.
I did not dare interrupt.
What can one do in such moments?
In distance places
In distant places nearly forgotten
I hear the drums beating.
O fool, wipe that smile off your face,
These are not the threatening sounds of war drums.
Listen again
Listen carefully
Listen to what is coming.
These are the syncopated rhythms of peace
Full and melodious
The sounds that spur even the most reserved to dancing.
We must prepare ourselves
For the drummers are soon approaching
Are you ready to dance?
Raa-pa-ta-ta-tum-tum.
A letter to my friend, the Pica.
Dear Pika,
Thank you for coming to visit with me just now. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day. I’m glad you came. I know you didn’t have a lot of time to chat. In fact, it was only a quick “hello there my man” and “nice socks!” That was about it, but you put a smile on my face.
I’ll leave this note for you. I’m hoping that next time we can go exploring together. You can show me your favourite spots on this mountainside and also the flowers that make the best salad.
Until next time my friend,
Marcel
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