"hills to climb"
A figure counted once,
standing where the verge breaks open.
Word intact, meaning thinned,
a marker left upright by habit alone.
Grass leans in, listening.
Its tilt becomes direction,
though the ground beneath it
slides in its own quiet argument.
Your craft appears sideways—
a pattern caught in the corner of vision,
not quite bird, not quite glimmer,
something that knew how
to move without witness.
Kindness travels the low path,
choosing its turns the way water does,
touching stone, root, fallen branch,
never asking which part
should be remembered.
Faces drift to weather,
voices soften to grain,
yet a nearness lingers,
unclaimed but steady in its place.
The ridge circles back.
Old lines rise with it,
not to conclude,
only to continue the climb.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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This poem carries one on a journey through hills and dales to the river banks and rocky rills it is metaphorical as Melville was in his description of the sea and its meaning dives deep into the layers of being and mind into the conscious and subconscious even the unconscious mind. It is masterfully crafted and is an odyssey that although it appears calm and tranquil is not to be ventured not by the timid. A definite fave
That is so beautiful a read of this and much appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
It is my pleasure Cryptic
Well written, your poem reflects on nature, the experience of existence, and the connections between movement, memory, and kindness. The imagery of hills and pathways symbolizes personal growth and the journey of life, while the references to natural elements suggest a deep connection to the environment and the passage of time.
Most kind of you dear Friendship, thank you so much 🕊️🙏🏻
You're so welcome, my friend
Good write A.
Thank you O
Arqios, this reads as a meditation on persistence without spectacle. Meaning thins, faces weather, memory loosens its grip, yet presence remains. The poem doesn’t seek resolution…only the integrity of continuing upward. Powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Onward and upward! Thanks Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
Amen, my friend! Amen!
"Grass leans in listening." Most enjoyable read, Arqois.
The joys of anthropomorphic projection 🙏🏻🕊️
We must all climb that hill of life Rik and we will end up in our rightful place.
Andy
And a place for everyone prepared for those that ascend! Cheers, Andy 🕊️🙏
"Kindness travels the low path" I loved this message Arqios!
Most welcome, rhmn_7 so glad to hear this from you 🙏🏻🕊️
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