So the previous post essentially took care of welcoming and whatnot, so I'll just cut to the chase with a poem I just wrote a few minutes ago. :) It was inspired by a ride back tonight from Spanish Fork to Provo. I love the Wasatch valley's endless array of views at night. You really can't drive anywhere on the freeway without being able to see a huge blanket of lights across the valley. And of course, the mountains surround pretty much everywhere in the valley. Thus was born this poem, which structurally (and content-wise, too, I suppose :) ) is probably one of my more abstract. :D
dots and dots and more
dots of light
to guide us as we glide
through the peaceful still darkness
cloud-touched mountains tower over us
in placid silence
a view of the light
a world of brightness and mystery
i see it now
remembering
but i am there
it is here
remembering
treasured memories
dark, unpainted scenes
remembering
the darkness
the light
the mountains
the valley
-3/24/10
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