Mount Everest is a Grave

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  jarcher54 June 13th, 2020 02:16

  I was fascinated by the title of this poem... can one climb a grave, a spectacular 5-mile high grave? Or is it a really deep hole upside down? Or do we think we are climbing when we are really descending? Then upon reaching the top (was it a climb to get there?)... are we at the bottom?
  
  And the last line:
  
  And you the one who's told
  
  Methought... One day we are being, doing, writing, telling, singing... but one slip and we are the past, and if we are lucky we are written about, sung of, and remembered. And if we are too bold, climb too fast, fly too high on our fragile waxen wings, oops, we are preserved as an obituary, a ballad, or--if we fall especially spectacularly--as the subject of a great epic! Maybe that's not exactly what you meant, but it's what came rushing through my head upon encountering your Mount Everest. Nice images, twists and turns. Interesting sentences, slightly askew but elegantly dense.

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    QuemisJune 16th, 2020 23:28

    Thank you so much Jarcher.
    
    I have never once in my life had anyone express to me in such detail the journey of their enjoyment of my poem.
    Some of these ideas are exactly things that ran through my head, and some are great interpretations.
    
    Often my work deals with the folly of identity, and the danger of projected narrative.
    
    "elegantly dense." May be the best compliment I have ever received.
    
    Thank you so much kind sir.