National Poetry Month 2009 4.6 The Far Mountains
Posted by Rick Tanski on April 7, 2009
Written in response to Bud’s prompt 6: Juxtaposition
The Far Mountains
A mantle white has freshly fallen on the far mountains,
But through the dirty window
Crowd grimy cars on the pavement
A crisp curtain of blue crests the peaks,
And the highway’s rumbling trucks
Fling their blackened mist
High and low the horizon hops in a pulse line,
Yet the angular rooftops
Creep relentlessly across the plain
Situated in marvelous splendor the scene unfolds,
For the straight concrete barriers
Feign creation in mocking assembly
Toward the skies the summits soar,
So progress itself is even outreached
Revealing feeble hubris
