Pure Cacophony

November 12, 2013 at 7:52am

Untitled Poem about Whitewater Paddling

The great minds emptied

like theatres last show

faced with winding rivers

and deep drifts of snow

The stretching horizons

quieted their yawns

the dripping in canyons

and bright yellow dawns

The dip of the blade

into the smooth green

surrounding white fire

the flood dragons breath

The sadness of stillness

where fury should reign

brought hearts to their throats

their minds not so quiet

The caging of rivers

the conquering of man

the great concrete clot

across the whole span

October 22, 2013 at 8:54am

Wildly, Mildly

I still remember
that first day,
first move,
first pitch,
that sunny, chalk stained,
sweaty, quiet gym.

Those June days
That began in the afternoon
and ended all too soon

Riding bikes to old sea cliffs
Clipping bolts and swinging wildly
Cranking moves whilst climbing mildly

Having only 6 draws
belaying with a figure 8
and not knowing any better

Meeting mentors in matching slacks
and shirts
and beanies
and downies

Joining clubs
and finding friends
leading more and falling less

Snowshoe trips to no where much
cool smooth granites first rough touch

Jamming fingers, toes and feet
travesing ridgelines, driving sleet
crossing glaciers, climbing peaks

Falling short and turning back
Smiling wildly, Climbing Mildly

October 8, 2013 at 8:12am

Fox Glacier

Death’s head is around me
Slug through the snow
wondering when
and if it will show

And how much religion
is lost in my mind
everytime I see mountains
against a red sky

The roar of the rockfall
is quiet at night
And the stars they speak louder
than choppers in flight

Stand on the glacier
breathe in the air
Feel so complete now
Much less despair.