Mountain Lake

Burnt Lake

I sit with her

Placing her in memory

Giving thoughts strength, yet

In her silence, she frightens me.

I rely on others

Camping upon her shore

To soothe my worry.

And although I haven’t

Seen her rimmed with snow

Echoing the clearest of nights,

Pitted with raindrops

Upon her clear face,

Witnessed her held tight

By mist and clouds,

I know she has experienced this.

 

She reflects me

Placing me inside her memory

Giving strength to her beauty, yet

In my silence, I frighten her.

She relies on the stream

And springs to ease her.

And although she hasn’t seen

All who I love, have loved,

My stumbles and woes

On nights of anxiety,

My elations and successes,

The clatter of the city

Reverberates within me

She knows I have experienced this.

 

elanmudrow@gmail.com

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60 thoughts on “Mountain Lake

  1. Elan, you called for me,and here I am! I am literally a mountain lake, standing now than 6ft 5inch! Yes, my name is Lake, and I am a mountain too. *Laugh*
    Anyway,it’s above poem. Loved it, although you don’t “frighten me.” I am peace to all who know me!

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