Come with Me by Matthew ZangenWhen we get there,
all the desperate myths
we chased like sunsets
will shrink from the revel
rolling from our peaks
like a kiss; our glaciers will
churn and roar in their fall;
daring into the wind
in lofty passage, we will ride ourselves
like sleds, blaring our names
through the doubts of limbs;
we will warm our well-worn pallor
in the brilliance of our tender valley,
and when we get there, we'll climb again. 03/06/2019 Posted on 03/06/2019 Copyright © 2025 Matthew Zangen
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Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/16/19 at 03:39 PM Matthew, what a pleasure to read a poet whose imagination falls from the heights into the rich valley of these pages to awaken and startle us readers. Your words unleash my imagination and my hope, for I find myself in that tender valley again beginning a climb to a destination I can't even envisage. Thanks so much. |
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