Mountains
by Joe Sullivan
Mountains are made
by people below the ground
whose eyes don't see
in normal light
With words and feelings
and hands
and a certain sourness
about their condition
The sun was never theirs
the night never held romance
the only thing left—
small details
So they fixated
and mountains were built
and were these false mountains?
In their minds they were real
as murder
as serious as granite
by people below the ground
whose eyes don't see
in normal light
With words and feelings
and hands
and a certain sourness
about their condition
The sun was never theirs
the night never held romance
the only thing left—
small details
So they fixated
and mountains were built
and were these false mountains?
In their minds they were real
as murder
as serious as granite
|
3
favs |
1122 views
3 comments |
55 words
All rights reserved. |
Author's Note
I don't remember what inspired this. Maybe working in an office. Just wanted to write something simple.
Note: This was accepted in Ginosko Literary Review, April-May 2013.
Other stories by Joe Sullivan
Tags
Groups
-
Poetry
Public group169 members -
MadHat
Public group78 members -
Poets and Artists
Public group78 members -
Cervena Barva Press
Public group71 members
Comments
You must
log in
to post comments.
"and a certain sourness
about their condition"
nice
"In their minds they were real
as murder
as serious as granite"
Oooh, so much in that stanza!
*
Whew, what a poem. Faved.