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Saddleback (An Illustrated Poem)

Everyone knows the old adage
About how Beauty exists
Nowhere in the World
Except Behind Our Own Eyes
But how many behave as if they believe it?
This evening,
  From the tip of Saddleback,
      The last dwindling rays of Sun could be Seen
          Painting the clouds in a myriad hues
              Of Blood Orange and Cornflower
                  Illuminating the Sky
          From the Northwest


                                                                                  To the Southeast
While Behind
The trees traded their usual Browns and Greens
For a wan                                                              Yet Brilliant Gold
So that they might provide a sharper contrast
to The Mountain’s own imposing Shadow. . .


                                                          . . .yet no one stood there. . .
                                            . . .and no one saw it. . .
                               . . .and the ephemeral panorama. . .
                     . . .passed before No One’s Eyes. . .
          . . .before disappearing into Oblivion. . .
. . .and so it was not Beautiful.
The evening before
When thereupon I stood,
Everything was exactly as it was today.
And I give Thanks
                                Even though
                                                       I can only thank myself.
Is ever only used as a
But why should I not be
Just a little bit proud
That I was able to bring Beauty into the World
          Even if it were only
                     The World behind my eyes
And perhaps
                              The Worlds behind yours as well?


Problems with the VPS again, so I haven’t had a chance to write up the latest post yet. Give me a couple more days. Here’s a poem I wrote to tide you over until I get it done…

How does a person row an oak?
It seems rather plain to me.
My answer, of course, is only a joke.
I don’t like to waste a tree.

First you cut all its branches off
Then carve one into an oar.
Then you push it onto its side
And roll it down the shore.

Then whereupon you get it afloat
You must sit upon it a-straddle
Aim it downriver towards Roanoke
And blister your hands with your paddle.

Then, once you’re riding upon a downed tree,
You might want to see Botetourt.
There’s rivers and creeks all through the county
And now you have a boat to tour it.

Update: seems they’ve come up with some kind of workaround and the website should stay up from now on. Post coming sometime in next couple of days.