Six Stanzas Found in Old Books

Once you came out of the far
Off mountains and no one
Recognized you. You who

Once came away with the
Sunlight on early morning lakes.
The sweet smell of grasses

And songs lost beneath pillows
We found in the very back of
Dark closet walls. Autumn or

Winter for us on hills and the
Way the mountain felt like a
Way of knowing that was lost

Long ago. The hills and sweet
Rain on broken panes and the
Endless calls of smallness and

The way we walked off as I
Called through trees with wind
That muffled all the sound.

11 thoughts on “Six Stanzas Found in Old Books

  1. Sherry Blue Sky October 9, 2016 / 5:09 pm

    I love “the mountain felt like a way of knowing that was lost long ago.” That sounds perfect to me.

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  2. jae rose October 9, 2016 / 6:28 pm

    There is a beauty in your words that is hard to describe – maybe because they make us feel so much.. The landscapes seem at the edge of the world and yet they are the centre of all of us perhaps..trying to find meaning..to keep moving (have you read Bright Shiny Morning – sure you have..that sense of drifting but belonging in drifting permeates your work too)

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) October 9, 2016 / 6:30 pm

    There is such a strong longing in these words… as if only past exists… as if present and future is a barren plain… maybe we need a range of mountain even if it’s just a shadow on the horizon.

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  4. scotthastiepoet October 9, 2016 / 7:13 pm

    Lovely pastoral,haunting tone in your words – very nicely felt and achieved, for sure… It leaves a distinct flavour, impression – as all good writing does… Regards Scott

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  5. Sanaa Rizvi October 9, 2016 / 9:42 pm

    I agree with Scott 🙂 this is absolutely amazing! ❤️

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  6. Mary October 9, 2016 / 10:24 pm

    “The way we walked off”……yes, really you have given the reader such a thoughtful poem. As always, you make the reader think where is this going and what does this mean?

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  7. Rall October 10, 2016 / 12:22 am

    There is an ethereal quality about this poem….like wandering through a haze filled with tender moments.

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  8. Truedessa October 10, 2016 / 12:24 am

    There is a journey here to understanding..the mountains a symbol of strength ..

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  9. thotpurge October 10, 2016 / 2:00 am

    the
    Way the mountain felt like a
    Way of knowing that was lost… love that!

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  10. Wendy Bourke October 10, 2016 / 10:14 pm

    This is so beautifully – and thoughtfully – drawn. An exceptional piece of writing.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-Wade October 11, 2016 / 11:53 am

    You make me feel as though the nostalgia in this piece is my own.

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