The mountain is bigger than you
You are the mountain
The blue sky
And the moon
Are trees with roots
The mountain is
More than you can count
And yet as it rains
The rubbish of sunset
Is meet with the banter of stars
And still you listen
To the difference
Of who you are
And who you are not
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I have missed your poetry, Bob. This is exquisite.
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Thank you. It’s good to be back from my little break. I’m really glad you like it.
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So beautiful!! It’s the kind of poetry which, like good cake, you want to gather up all the crumbs on the tips of your fingers and savour them.
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Thank you Worms. You’re comment definitely made me smile. Thanks!!
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good to see you back in the saddle, Bob; another good one, with images that make you sit up and pay attention: love ‘the rubbish of sunsets/ the banter of stars’ and the paradox of ‘the mountain is bigger than you/ you are the mountain’ —
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Thanks John. It’s good to be back. I’m glad you liked those two images, they are the ones that stood out to me too. Thank you!!
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where was you?
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I took a break to clear my head. But thank you for asking. I did miss reading your posts, you have a unique style I really enjoy.
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eyerbody needs a break/ climb a mountain or dump in a lake…
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