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I have no mountains to climb
to see visionary vistas
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Hey, Daniel! I’m back in PH after a spell, and I’m glad to find a new posting by you. You make me consider if or what I ascend to. And my own poem, Aging as Ascent comes to mind—about which you wrote appreciatively and with detail I enjoyed revisiting. Are we wanting to climb at all anymore? Or are we mostly about waiting, observing? Hoping you’re well, Glen
Mountain are rooted in deep earth but rise high above the surface and achieve those summits, whose towers pierce the realm of the high heavens.
Great poem. Anything that takes us beyond ourselves is a step forward into transcendence.
u sir have a wonderful grasp of poetry teach others also please DB