all along the mountainside


in the foggy mountain dew

in the taste of a mourn

slipping between the heather

like clouds between the sun.


choked upon as mentioned

hindsight years ago

now among the climbers

cheeks and tears aglow.


we will part from the past

upon these upward trail gashes

those tales beneath our boots

digging deeper in the fastness.

and all along the mountainside

her flowers weave more wonders

how can I sweep in panoramas

without putting the past asunder?

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from,,, and are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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