Ice Mountains

I sometimes, well who am I kidding, I often reread my words thinking exactly that
what am I thinking
what am I trying to get at
sometimes
I don’t appreciate the kind decades
generous, in fact
as I’ve had them
to write angst when I’m happy
create euphoria when I’m blue
mold dream sequences I dare not live
in both words and colored shapes
often content in my ability
to be discontent
moody
spoiled
the excuse
the “creative” mind or spirit
instead, the reality
human with the privilege of life
I write this with the clarity of a gorgeous sunup
and a cool affirming breeze wrapping my fingers
now set upon my pricey laptop

the local paper this morning
a continuation of an accident report
three died in a nearby town
driver’s ed car and a tractor
an intersection
teenagers
two at the scene
one this morning

beyond grief
is loss
young loss
beyond that

turn the page
ice mountains high as the Rockies
chasms six times deeper than the Grand Cranyon
Pluto artfully sculpted

may these young souls
touch beyond ice mountains
their vibrant spirits
forever reside
in the living
with the privilege
to do so

hearts out to them
families, friends…
wood hole nymphwoodhole nymph breaking from birch tree bark
created over the last three days – mixed media

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24 thoughts on “Ice Mountains

  1. I almost missed this post, AM — it didn’t show up in my email. Fortunately, I saw it. But unfortunate for you to have to experience, even tangentially, the loss. I am very sorry about these teenagers. Such a tragedy — I can’t begin to fathom the depth of grief of their families and friends.

    While you seem to be questioning your “privilege” to sit and write your thoughts (and writing is a privilege actually) you also demonstrate how making art can honor grief and place it in context. You’re having one of those “still-point” moments T.S. Eliot speaks of — a moment of clarity and grace, and thankfulness for being alive. Virginia Wolff called them “moments of being.” Count yourself blessed for having them at all; many don’t.

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    • after learning about these teens, I needed to write…the thing that is most always amazing and reminds one of the communal spirit is how friends and family come together in support on such a large scale…it’s nearly impossible to feel alone…at least for awhile…

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  2. Create “in both words and colored shapes” — it’s what you do, so beautifully! This is a gorgeous painting/drawing? The words are a wonderful tribute to these souls lost in a tragic moment…..the connection to the universe is sublime.

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  3. These are such heartfelt words…written from the heart and soul…and makes you realise that life and everyday is such a precious gift…take nothing for granted…My heart also goes out to the grieving families, these are powerful words. And I love your wood nymph…a very talented lady! 🙂 x

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  4. Such an awful shame…teenagers just on the brink of their lives, now impacting others by their dying rather than their living. Your nymph, on the other hand, is breathtaking…and I LOVE the Pin It button! – Fawn

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