Prospect
I sit at vertiginous edge
atop rough, untamed rock,
peering down at blue
glass channels
cut between green isles.
Moss and grasses
cling to steep flanks
on either side of the bay.
An endless supply
of gray peaks,
emerald canyons,
mountain streams
and hidden waterfalls
populate a vast ridge
running to the hazy horizon.
Humanity
holds the low ground.
Marinas, grand villas,
linear impositions
upon the lush, rounded islands,
are revealed from these heights
as small toys
set amid splendor.
Perched
on this impractical verge
of heaven
I see the eons
tower above
our frail years.
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Poem based on this image.
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love it. and very fun to do the same piece and see what we both came up with. we should do that again.
🙂 xo
Interesting, to see how one image can be interpreted so differently by others. I like what you created.
Matt, great stuff! I’d be in on the game next time if you give me a nudge, albeit I might be asleep when you’re roaming about over there 😉
Beautiful words and beautiful image. I liked the feeling to be up in the edge of a high mountain.
Thanks for read my written and for your kind words. Blessings.
Beautiful poem, very descriptive ‘this impractical edge of heaven’ – love it!
Impractical edge…frail years
this is lovely and so descriptive–magical imagery, I had such a sense of place and then humble displacement at our smallness–a grand poem in such little space.
beautifully expressed…so glad I dropped by to read your words this evening.
Dense layered imagery builds a beautiful mountain – I really enjoyed reading this poem!
Another solid age-nature-centric work from you.
Is that “v” word related to vertigo? I’ve got the dizzies
Well done, Matt. Effective use of color and nature, and then to “elevate” the viewpoint — excellent.
being a fan of nature you put me in my element then gave mea bit to think on…nice.
This is my second trip to read this, and I like it even more second time around. Nice separation of man and the natural world, even as the narrator is separate on his cliff-edge. When looking at the photo, the building-up all over the bay looked like a spreading cancer in the hyper-blue water to me. You were a bit more gentle with it, but I think got to about the same place. As always, calm, serene and well-written.
the eons above ..of our frail years…the distance of both so close yet so distant…nice contrasts in this piece…bkm
Matt, I’m in agreement with most of the above comments – it was imagistic, eloquent, and revealing and at the end transcendent!
I too use many referents from our gorgeous natural world– you use them beautifully here. xj
Perched
on this impractical edge
of heaven – sometimes I feel like that 🙂
Nice writing
thanks for visiting my place
cheers
i like how you succintly concluded it. poignant
You have an awesome ability with description 🙂 I really like the place you took me too. Lovely,
Thank you! xx
Lovely. Especially the descriptions of the natural environs. Fine piece, Sir.
Regards
Luke @ WordSalad
Loved the term “linear impositions”
Man-made things never quite blend in with the natural surroundings, do they?
Nice One Shot, Matt!
the eons
tower above
our frail years….wow – just wow
speechless..this is powerful!
I always enjoy reading your poems
It’s beautiful, your writing. How wonderful that you can be so inspired by this prompt. You did a great job.
Beautiful!! Everything is relative… the things that sometimes appear giantlike, are from another angle, appear tiny as ants!
Loved your view of it all… very well worded!!!
A very fine piece indeed. I loved the detail. Thanks for sharing!
“Humanity / holds the low ground…” Great line. Have to admit when I clicked the link for the pic, kind of gave me that vertigo feeling. Your lines do an excellent job of creating above and beyond the image. Cheers
and thank you for taking me to your little piece of heaven. Sounds lovely. thanks for the getaway.
A powerful, complex and layered poem.
It is a haunting piece of work.
Excellent.
Lady Nyo