Thursday, January 7, 2016

On Desolation Peak

                                                         ... on desolation peak

                       ... in a lookout above the treeline

                                                                             ... the caw of a crow  / the clack of the typewriter

            


Photograph by David Pluth

12 comments:

  1. This is exquisite, Teresa. The elevation, cawing crow, typewriter played fortissimo --young summer-- all go together.

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    1. Thank you so much, Geo. I've always wanted to spend a summer in a lookout ... hope springs eternal ... :)

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  2. Ah, you've touched on my dreams of summer!
    There are now several fire lookouts in this area that can be rented...

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    1. I, too, am keeping that firmly in mind ... ... dreams die hard ... :)

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  3. Good morning, Teresa. Love the sounds in the poem. Are you still in Minnesota? We are in Mazatlán for the month of January. Very warm here!

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    1. Thank you, Kate. I am still in Minn. Mazatlan sounds fun .... I'm glad you're some place warm. :)

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  4. Searching, searching..
    Lookouts were tailor made for writers..
    A great poem, Teresa, as always :)

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  5. Doesn't look too desolate to me, T. I could live there.....

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    1. It was Jack's lookout .... summer of '56 .... wish it could be mine for one summer ... :)

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  6. Your gaze was indeed far and wide; the hearing conquered by the crow; in the moment between each hit of the keys on typewriter, lies the stillness of the summer yearned for.

    Typewriter and not computer...that conveys a lot of things. A time stolen by past, yet it sneaks in through many things!! Beautiful my friend.

    I do not know much about Desolation Peak, but I can associate your words with one in my place.

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    1. Thank you so much for this beautiful comment. I'm very grateful that you always see so much ... that you understand. It's deeply appreciated.

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