The Man on the Mountain

With a little help on that one final step
I finally make it up the hill just around the bend
Of my childhood home. The Man in the Mountain
They say collapsed, but standing on a granite brow
I shout, “I am here! I am still standing!”

The rocks sometimes shift underfoot bending
Over to pick at the mica like it were diamond
Wondering what matters more: its worth or hardness
Discarding the fact that its layers will just peal
To a single sheet of film, crumbling away.

I pick up one stone at a time and begin reconstruction
This icon cannot just be discarded like a quarry
Turned into a dust bowl of sorrow and life lost.
With a little help on that one final step
I make it up the hill just around the bend and shout.

6 thoughts on “The Man on the Mountain

  1. Singledust says:

    We all do it and I still do too. you can always edit in your dashboard if you are an obsessive compulsive neat freak blog must be tidy kind of person like – not me! Yes it worked nicely, thank you!

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  2. Singledust says:

    I suppose thats true – unless you are familiar with that part of the country – but places like this exist in most childhood memories- identifiable and something we can relate to – I lived in a mining town once and we kids used to go swim in the pools left over -until it dried up – we saw the limestone hills and I am sure I caught a profile or 2! – but i did think you were referring to something from a place in your past – so good to know I can deduct where you came from, from this!! Happy I got it right – though I never mind being wrong – learn more from being wrong sometimes than always being right. Almost did not see this reply – since you started a new thread and not directly replied to my earlier comment. good thing I like to re-visit poetry that speaks in silent places. Have a lovely day S!

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  3. S Francis says:

    Interestingly enough, this draws upon my childhood home in the United States. The icon of my home state was the “Old Man on the Mountain” a pile of granite that looked like a old man’s face when looked at from a particular angle at a distance. It is legendary, alas, it collapsed a few years ago. So the idea behind this poem was to riff off of that idea, which obviously is not going to connect with anyone who isn’t familiar with that particular icon! However, how you describe the poem was exactly what I was going for.

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  4. Singledust says:

    shouting to be heard – when there’s silence all around – very thought provoking. Love the metaphors you used but the dusty quarry just makes me think of utter hopelessness – a place dreams went to die and became dust. But you finished grandly – coming out of the dust bowl – maybe with one tiny pebble of dream that escaped the crushing blow – this was really good words S!

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