I'm gathering my poetry to document it all in one place. I'm finding poems I had forgotten I'd written from many years ago. I find myself so happy to be reading and rewriting them now. This was written during a visit to the Rocky Mountains.
Light Land Looming
Land in limitless light
Looms level with heaven,
Rewards us with reason—
Sprawling and safe.
A mountain emerges,
Spoiling serenity.
Pointed lines draw our spellbound
Eyes uphill.
To a cold place where
The wind blows without logic,
Up and down the peak
In excessive screams.
We do not resist,
But are lifted willingly
Toward the summit—
And our nightmares.
Hypnotized, we grasp the
Needing automatically,
Perceiving the peril
As our own.
c. 2009 Triada Samaras (revised 2025)
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