
“Himalayas” by Grażyna Smalej
striving for the summit
the capstone who laughs
granite bleached by the sound
rumbling confident tumbling
through temples of glaciers
leaving humans disabused
of their impudent dreams
grandeur belongs to this
rarefied realm where no
purpose runs shallow where
pride is reserved to deep
eons of unsullied motives
though now and then men
may ascend their adventure
their destiny rarely will rise
much above the repichnia
marking the burrows of worms
From my book Ephemera
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Not a problem!
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depressing but true
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appreciate the affirmation
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I can’t help but think of the three men who lost their lives this month trying to reach the summit of Mount Everest. Penetrating images in your poetry.
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I must admit, I’ve never quite understood the urge for danger
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