Haute-Couture From the Valley

The initial feeling of finding oneself tethered to the valley floor of the Rockies for a spell.

I'm Stuck

Pinned upon a heaving breast,
a seductive coat that draws
the eyes and beckons the mind.
The color of Sagebrush, Goldenrod
           and Soil.

I'm Fashioned

But...not yet adorned.
I exist as a part of the plan
an accepted eventuality~
The coat of snow that is to fall,
carries me within it...
                                      like the Cold.

I'm Tucked

Into a narrow pocket,
as a kerchief might be;
or better yet - a button loop
searched for by curious hands
over top a suit made up
of majestic mountains
and tailored...
                         by Time.

As I ponder my perspective,
the only question that begs:

Is whether or not, I too can ever
Rise up from among its creases?
                    

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

This is the type of poetry I started reading years ago that encouraged me to keep writing. I really like it, it starts from warm to cold to security and solution.

[Astro]

Thanks Squinks, I'm currently living among the mountains in a really remote town of about 100 people and so it was a reflection of my position in the valley and how I felt. I did give it an ending that changes the mood somewhat, about getting out from under, or escaping the traps of life and fulfilling destiny so to speak. Glad you enjoyed it!

[Jack...]

Astro, this is so wildly good. The landscapes you paint are as if a master's brush has taken magical paint to the page. There is so much that I enjoy about this piece that I think I will read again. Very cool my friend.

[Astro]

Thanks Jack, you humble me during a time that I am seriously struggling to focus on my writing. Thank you truly, and feel free to read it again anytime.