How They Rise Comments

Mountains rise to meet sky and serenity is very well realized through wonderful expression of words here. Revisiting this poem values more.10

I am glad to read this poem, because it reminds me some precious and sacred words by Him.

The mountains, how they rise to meet the skies, in serenity untouched by city noise How they rise from earth's bosom, leaping to enthrall the beholder - - - - - - - - - - - - -They rise from earth's bosom to touch the sky- - - -There is strong but, calm and quiet resolution hidden in earth's bosom to touch the sky and the mountain fulfills that..A lovely imaginative write, thanks for sharing.

The mountains have that kind of effect on my too. Love them. Now that i'm living in the midwest, I don't see those mountains anymore. Miss them. I like the musicality of this writing. It is beautiful ad enthralls the beholder Nosheen. Thanks for sharing.

Spoken with a sweet sigh. How they rise, how they rise. Lording over our everyday world. Touching the sky. There is majesty to inspire or humble us as we trace and re-trace the paths of our lives. The mountains fill our view. As the folds of the rose fill our world too.

Those first three lines SOAR! ! ! ! ! ! They took my soul and soared with it, Noreen. The rise/skies rhyme certainly helped give birth to that sensation, perfect word choice there too. Then the closing lines: How we lose ourselves in their stately rise, longing for an escape from the wayward tides of our racing lives.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There is something about those mountain peaks that call to people, isn't there? Remote, desirable, quietly eternal, with all their untouched beauty..... that is what we see from a distance and gives us both restlessness and heart's ease. Fantastic write. 10's by the score, Nosheen

Great, Nosheen! Are there mountains where you live? There are none in Minnesota but there are high hills - I live on one. But mountains exist in our collective imagination, it invents what we need to have present in our mind's eye. And your poem provides us with that heightened awareness which the vista from the mountain top confers. I'm reminded of one of Strindberg's last plays which opens with a man descending from the mountain to join fellow humans in the Land of Dreams but it is a nightmare reality he encounters. At the play's end he ascends the solitude of the mountain, praying, Eternal One, I won't let go of your hand till you have given me your blessing. It's at least reasurring that mountains exist to provide us with a vision of such hope of refuge.

Hi Nosheen, A beautiful poem on the marvels of nature... The mountains: they rise from the earth's bosom leaping (?) to entral the beholder..... And its effect on the beholder? How we lose ourselves in their stately rise, .... When you say, The mountains, how they rise the question is natural, WHY? ? Here is the answer: : : : to meet the skies, : : : and, longing for an escape from the wayward tides of our racing lives. Beautifully written... Loved reading. A 10+++

Mountains towering ahead commands awe and wonder in the beholder...! The assumption that they are trying to keep themselves away from the noise and confusion of the cities is something so rational!

Beautiful poem on mountain and nature. We get peace from them.. wisely drafted. Thanks for sharing.

Eruption of larva boiling in the bosom when turned in mountains brought valuable rocks but when it cooled it became a source of peace the most precious jewel. A beautiful poem. Nowadays when I am watching it and getting peace in the northern areas of Pakistan, camped at Islamabad, it's a well in time poem for me.

Mountains bring peace to the heart. Well written.