inspired by joe's past poem

two poems by colin




i asked colin if i could post these two old poems of his. he said "no," but i'm pretty sure he meant "yes."






One short, snowy ridge,

Higher than the rest,

Sheltered so carefully

From unconcerned eyes,

So crystal clear and majestic

With its air of foreverness.





Two hundred meters from the summit,

On a knife-edge ridge,

The wind cuts around an outcropping


Shaking his balance, spinning him

Onto the steep face,

His arms windmilling, a mitt flies into the cold nothingness.


He jams his ice-axe into the crusted snow.

He regroups. 

He is on lead. The summit is two hundred meters, more—


An hour—maybe two, away.

Cutting steps—cut-breathe-breathe-step-cut.

On the summit he takes off his remaining mitten


And smacks his hands together

In hopes of warming his frozen hand before it is too late.

It is too late. His hand shatters—


Pieces of flesh and bone and gristle and tendon

Explode into the void, then fall

And fall and fall—


And he hears the sound of one hand clapping.



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Written on 2016-09-28 at 18:00

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful poems, I agree with Josephus

Elle x

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
These are surreal and spellbinding. The last four lines take my breath away

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't know how to begin. For both I must be very reverent because I am so deeply in awe and touched.

They are separate yet they are together. As one and the same, and entity-a parable of lessons yet The Lesson.

Powerfully vivid and elusive in grasp. Much like the climb to the summit reveals much in self, so does the meditation upon the lessons taught within Colin's Poems.

The beauty is finding his deeper purpose and just allowing the sound of it to echo within.

Amazing revelation of pure truth.