Saturday, September 22, 2012


The expansive black rock range
So cragged and sharp in relief
scares and comforts me.
It has been many miles
Together to get here.
cognizant dissonance has set in.
You are so near,
Yet, far as unreachable.
Gentle as a rhythmic cadence
Soothing babble of a brook
Stony and stoic
Ranges yet to be passed
You've seen where I have eroded
Out under my emotions.

There is no crack in your
Granite face to hold onto.

You have rode so far ahead
I have lagged so far behind.
You have sunk into the heat
Rising off the highway
The mirage of what I need.

Allida September 16th 2012


  1. I love it! I can picture it in my brain. Don't know if that is what you were going for...or if there is some deep meaning I am missing. But I can imagine myself on the road hanging on to the hope of what lies ahead, even though the getting there may be hard. Kind-of like the pioneers. do you like that? I talked myself into a deep meaning! Must be a good poem!!!

  2. Awesome! Personally, you had me at the Black Rock Range.