Falling Man & The Mountain

... sometimes silence tells you when too stop...

Falling Man & The Mountain

The gathering of stones grew

the higher I climbed,

I could climb no more

realizing too late

the mountain would never touch your sky.

~~~

Never meant as invasion,

just some coffee and hi.

Maybe talk some about

the Birch and Oak

down by the small stream;

or the way wild marigolds told

of their sun soaked scent;

and how long ago our youth was spent

star gazing from our grand mother’s porch.

Your’s from a small town in Italy;

mine from the country side of Pennsylvania.

~~~

While I will climb no more,

I am not sorry for the journey

as it was made honestly

like the wind, Spring touched,

as it whispers through the valley

bringing green grass and clover.

redzone 1.15.16

Author's Note

NOTE: I wrote this poem after reading 2 poems at another poetry site. Both poems spoke to me and inspiredthis poem of introspection, since I have been chasing “skies” and in need of a "waning moon". Enjoy the music:

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

No regrets....we take journeys in life for many different reasons. Sometimes the journey does not bring us where we had intended, but it does not really matter. The experience is what matters. The honest sharing of emotions. If you feel caring towards another and your feelings are not returned, that does not make your feelings invalid. The imagery in this poem is stunning....nature at its finest. Coffee and hi.....a genuine offering. Whether accepted or not, it was worth it. What a wonderful write this is, Curt....one of your "nicest". Lydi***

[redzone]

I like this one too Lydi and so glad you found it "nicest", that means a lot to me as it is not easy to admit wrong turns, even if honestly given... thank you for this.

[barleygirl]

This is really beautiful! I love the blend of warm memories & melancholia. You always include different details to show us glimpses of your memories in everyday language blended with natural observations. The final stanza is the crux of my own life philosophy & how I conquered the curse of regret. It's all good. It all had to happen. It all made me who I am & brought me to where I am. Love this message of acceptance.

[Lyn Anderson]

A wonderful write. I can't really say anything that wasn't so perfectly stated by Lydia. I might take the apostrophe out of Your's. That made me smile. It's been awhile.:)

[redzone]

the (') was put there in anticipation of your return and review KL.. did I do okay??!! ;0p Oh dear woman you have been SOOOO missed..

[Lyn Anderson]

oh how delightful! Thank you.:)

[redzone]

you are welcome, any time... ;0)

[Sami Khalil]

"Never meant as invasion,
just some coffee and hi.
Maybe talk some about
the Birch and Oak
down by the small stream;"

Intentions are really misconstrued by others but we should have no regrets if done in good faith and well being of others. This was so beautiful and sincere. Imagery is stunning...:)..............

[redzone]

hi Sami, thank you for your words left here... you know I really appreciate your visits and insights, often they are deeper than the poem.. and I like how you read them.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome and appreciated. ....:))))))

[Einstein Noodle]

beautiful! touches me deeply ... love the Native flare to your poem and the music .. ties to family and nature ..your last verse is stunning to me ..
"While I will climb no more,
I am not sorry for the journey" how blessed to be in that "elder" position ... wise to let the youth do the climbing :)
E.

[redzone]

hmmm, are you calling me "old" E??? lol that is so funny and TRUE!! so E, climb, climb man climb!!!

Thank you for your wonderful comment I am happy you stopped by and more that you enjoyed the visit!!

redzone

[Einstein Noodle]

:) not you sir!!! but me ..i am done climbing ... learned a strong lesson while being chased by my grandson (age 4) around the house. i thought i would escape from his capture by hiding on the deck ..alas he spied me at the last minute and so my escape seemed only to be 12 yrs old again and launch myself over the rail to the drive below ... blowing out my knees and detaching the "old" rotator cuff .... ;{ no sir!!! i will climb no more!!! but you go for it if you dare :)))
E.

[Cryingkate]

My bosom is swollen as I listen to the music and read your words.....
I can feel a great force within me struggling for release.
It seems to reach the outer skin and then stops advancement.
I seem to feel all the same energy you felt when it happened to you and inspired this write.
Your words have captured the yearning of a soul.
I came, I felt, I heard !

[redzone]

aawww Kate, you always leave me such vivid and wonderful comments... are you sure this is for this poem and not some better one??? I like when you walk through my poems... thank you

[A hare off]

Often a gesture of friendship can me misundertood, so much more if the one it is offered to has found it problematic in the past. Slow and easy doesn't always work either but in the end, what was meant to be will be. I'm not sure if I tapped into a meaning here but for some reason that is how I read this poem. The poem is beautiful and soft, seems very friendly to me.

[redzone]

you tapped into the meaning, thank you for a really nice review.. it's good you stopped by and read..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we meant no intrusion, but sometimes the other person might take it that way...i have found even a friendly encounter can be misconceived....and ulterior motives imagined.

just coffee and hi...that's all that was intended.

like this one.

[redzone]

thanks Jacob, your comments are more than welcomed and often needed as the coffee is still sitting here, cold...