Smidgens
The high lakes, frozen, clear,
Distort reflections of the mountain.
Old men with trekking poles
Filter through the forest.
All with some form of Achilles
And Homeric hunger pangs.
Drawn to recite soliloquies
To the unmoving cold.
Return to the parking lot
To winter tires and snow chains.
Ah, ‘Homeric hunger pangs’ 💛
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Ahhh, yes.
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The Greek reference reminds me of Tennyson’s Ulysses. Gives a different interpretation to your lines.
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I love your contrasting images at beginning and end.
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Lol! Could be.
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Did you write that about me? 🙂
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the good & bad of winter – well done!
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Homeward bound living histories
Meandering whispering through the snow covered pines
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Good piece – succinct and clear
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Terrific. Nature’s illusions.
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