That mountain is stationary
And yet it lives
And- I wonder why-it’s ever satisfied
For its belly never turns flaccid
Yet- I wonder how! - It never feeds
That mountain lives, I swear!
I saw its tears during eruption
That mountain lives for certain!
I heard it mimic my voice
That mountain lives I said
It drank all the rain water.
That mountain is stationary
And yet it lives
And when – I wonder- does it digest?
It consumes water but never excretes!
It’s a non living which is living indeed!
That mountain- I wonder who! – Who rules it?
Nature! And it’s beautiful:
Top-shaved uniform vegetation
From a perspective
With trees singing within,
A chorus of a lullaby
As the birds sing the verses,
The winds whistle in tune
With the vegetation a clothing
And the mountain asleep- as peaceful as itself
For the mountain lives but is stationary.
2 comments:
I can *see* your mountain! Very good strong imagery --
I love your analogies, especially the flaccid belly. Very unique. The singing trees, chorus lullaby, birds and wind whistling are also another great highlight in the poem.
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