Quadrille #72 – dversepoets – Steep
Photo: cloud, mist and rain over Bluff Knoll.
The rise sounds easy,
but the elevation compounds,
and my backpack weighs heavily,
as I clamber and scramble,
shin barked and breathless,
inching towards my goal,
O if only I’d taken the escalator
for this steep ascent,
the office to which I’m bound.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Free Verse, life, Mountaineering, poem
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Love it. What a surprise . . . to the office!
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Ah yea, I have those days, though I did climb that very small mountain.
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I love the twist in this one!!
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Many thanks Dwight, appreciate your thoughts.
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You are welcome!
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“as I clamber and scramble,
shin barked and breathless,”
Great description.
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Thank you so much Bernie.
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A beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much for that.
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oh going to work can seem so much harder than actually scaling a mount – beautiful metaphors Paul
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Yes it has those days, thank you Gina for that..
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Another beautiful poem. And, I love the play on words especially “office”.
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“shin barked and breathless” – Love that description, and the ending.
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Thank you much for that.
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Sometimes one doesn’t know about the elevator until one reaches the top.
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Ah yes, hindsight is so great, but late, and thank you for sharing.
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What a poetic way to describe your way to the office! I love it.
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Yes, it can be a battle sometimes 🙂 thank you Winnie 🙂
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My pleasure, Paul 🙂
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Very moving — it pulled me right in from the beginning. Reminds me of a movie I saw where a man carried a burden and didn’t realize that he can lay it down. Blessings to you, Paul!
~Debbie
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Thank you for sharing that Debbie, so positive and thoughtful.
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Fantastic
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Appreciated Lyn
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‘shin barked and breathless’ is fabulous. I fully expected some mountaineering and a summit – nice turn there!
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Thank you Nora, yes, the daily grind.
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