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Mountains

by George Hoerner

nothing ever suspends time
nothing except drugs or death
can stop projections of the mind

the mountains look down
with the wisdom of silence
knowing, yet refusing to speak

as if the cold snow
has stopped up their mouths
but spring is no different

the peaks speak then only
with their running streams
or a quickly moving avalanche

men buy and sell pieces
of these mountains
but own nothing
except pieces of paper

11/14/2008

Posted on 11/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/21/08 at 04:48 AM

I love, love, love that first line. It sets the tone for this fantastic piece brilliantly.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/21/08 at 03:30 PM

...mmmm, in and out of ol' Realityville, good one george.

Posted by A. Paige White on 11/21/08 at 04:28 PM

Traded some little pieces of paper for a piece of paper representing a mountainous currency. Makes me feel a little humbled when I really think about it. We own a mountain because we have a paper that says so and got it with some other little pieces of paper.... Very thought provoking.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/22/09 at 11:53 AM

George, you speak like a mountain, a whole range in fact, which is as close to nature speak as one can get who is bound to this city, where for the clamor, soft and compelling speeches of streams are never heard, nor the whippoorwill's.

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