#19 - The Secret of The Blue Mountains

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Attempt at a prose poem. Ireland, again..


Blue mountains spread in the distance,
a place where the keys are hiding. Silently
I watch them. They stretch under the sun and
under rolling clouds, puffed with pride. There
I feel your presence would be felt, and I wish
I could travel the earthy paths too, smelling the
Fresh grassy air and touching skies. I'd pick a
wildflower and examine it in my palm.
I'd let the wind tangle my hair. I couldn't go, though,
and it remains a mystery to me, much information
waiting to be uncovered. I couldn't fix it, yet.

Comments

  1. J Cosmo Newbery13 April 2014 at 12:18

    Not everything can be fixed.

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    1. Kerridwen13 April 2014 at 14:01

      Very true, sadly. It is a life lesson hard to learn and accept. :)

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  2. Brian Miller13 April 2014 at 12:24

    interesting...wonder why they could not go to the mountain...there are plenty of secrets in the mountains...its where i find my peace...

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    1. Kerridwen13 April 2014 at 14:03

      Little time, little transport.. Things don't always go how we wish, sadly. The secrets are still safe for now.. Thanks :)

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  3. Wolfsrosebud13 April 2014 at 12:52

    love all the sensory language in this

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  4. Mary13 April 2014 at 13:43

    I enjoyed your contemplative thoughts as you viewed those blue mountains in the distance. So much of life IS a mystery...until at the right moment it is revealed.

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    1. Kerridwen13 April 2014 at 14:04

      Thank you. Yes, one must wait for the right moment.. Patience and hope.. :)

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  5. Sumana Roy13 April 2014 at 16:19

    this is written beautifully....in such a place a liitle bit of waiting is worth it....the key
    will be found to unlock that door of mystery...

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  6. Susan13 April 2014 at 16:55

    "...puffed with pride..." the image explains the impossibility or unwillingness to travel there! And yet, when we arrive, we often find a humble and welcoming presence.

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  7. Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger13 April 2014 at 17:15

    There is wonderful imagery here--beautiful write!

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  8. ZQ13 April 2014 at 18:58

    :-)
    ZQ

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky13 April 2014 at 20:09

    "a place where the keys are hiding"......how thought-provoking and beautiful. I love the blue mountains in your poem - from the time I was a tiny girl, I always called them "the big blue hills"...I am still surrounded by them.....and think often as I look at them "the big blue hills'

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    1. Kerridwen21 April 2014 at 14:30

      How wonderful! I've always called them the Blue Mountains (well, since I knew of their existence!) and now it's stuck, it's their name for me.. I hope to visit them properly one day. :)

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  10. Gabriella13 April 2014 at 21:05

    I enjoyed the tone and imagery of your poem, Kerridwen.

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    1. Kerridwen21 April 2014 at 14:26

      Thanks Gabriella! Some places are just more inspiring than others :)

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  11. Gillena Cox13 April 2014 at 23:21

    luv the imagery, love the strength of those mountains; have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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    1. Kerridwen21 April 2014 at 14:26

      Thanks a lot, hope your Sunday was good too - sorry for late reply. :o

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