The Climb

Sometimes going backward means going forward

The Climb

Feet among the branches,
Silence in tow
Mind headed for heavens
Limbs & leaves mingle above the norms of old
Catch the wave of soundlessness
Return to days of old where little minds
grow in the imagination of the soul.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Kathy!

Regards,

al

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'The Climb'
Alfred Kukitz,
This is a lovely writing of appreciation of the wonder of childhood.
A tree of ones own is a delight to a child.
It is spacious and a place to dream. Nice words you've shared.
Here's a few;
"Mind headed for heavens
Limbs &leaves mingle above the norms of old
Catch the waves of soundlessness"
I liked the whole piece very much.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Ana!

Don’t tell me you push your own reset button!

Regards,
Al

[Ana Papaya]

I wish I had one of those buttons. :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Margie!

NH might be good for my soul.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Cherrie!

It felt as sweet as limbs kissing the air.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks R.E.

Been somewhat dry until the climb came along. I think it’s my backyard woods I miss.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I just followed the opening line.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your writing is so real...............................

[R.E. Ray]

This poem reminds me of climbing the maple trees with my friends, always challenging each other to go higher. I think adults should do it more often, if only to remind themselves it’s good to do small things. Thanks for sharing this one.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh that young imagination...still so pure and innocent and unaware...
i want that soul back...please.
love this piece, Al.
j.