poetry of dark hills and wild mountains
by john
Published by Poetic Matrix Press
79 pages, price $15.00
ISBN 0-9714003-0-X
Available at Amazon.com
Description
The Book
on occasion after time spent in the dark hills and wild mountains there is an opening into mystery mystery that comes not as a gift not as a need but mystery that comes as a relationship and a revelation this is a work that seeks that mystery
john
john has lived and worked in the sierra foothills high mountains of sequoia yosemite on palomar mountain traveled the lush coastal hills the rockies great smokies blue ridge parkway olympic mountains baja's dessert hills nicaraguan's volcanic mountains the low jungle hills of vietnam migrating between mountain and city complete only in both
From dark hills and wild mountains:
| palomar mountain |
crystal presentation for jack |
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i reach out extend my hand across snowy hills i make undulations with you oak trees sprout up snow brushed up in mounds we let the moon that is crescent in the hot blue sky make shapes then dance out with our music our breathing moves leaves and the hairs on my face your hair ruffles across our body my lungs cry out the sharp sweet feel of quick air goes in across dry lips that drink in the fast mountain snow falling from the fir tree does so with drama cracks loudly enters the ring of quiet sending long shouts out onto the icy pond drum surface breaking through crusting snow demands a mind not drifting but sharp one step deep into the next lifted by intention and set again on a firm surface pulling up breathing into the fullness of limbs looking out by a willful act to see the land that is soft in the distance but demanding the hardness of attraction the fascination that pulls me and takes all my exertion i can finally die into this and look up through deep snow and see tiny points of light that hover in the space above |
in the spirit of give away the crystal lays amethyst and six sided inside the crystal life union they have made out to in feather of hawk and grey smoke of sage are gates of the temple and temple is hill and desert sky and mountain there and |