through all time-
weathered and worn,
craggy, creased, wrinkled.
Frown fissures at the foot.
Laugh lines litter the steep slope.
Crow’s feet crack the sun-kissed summit.
Earth’s memoir entombed in creation.
While in Alaska, I sailed closely by many mountains. While in Glacier Bay, I noticed the many lines, cervices and cracks covering the surfaces. Immediately it popped into my head that these markings are similar to the wrinkles on our faces. People often mention that those wrinkles tell our story. I wish I could chat with the mountains to hear about the worries, joys and other experiences that left these markings on the Earth’s face. What would be told in the memoir of these mountains- I wonder…
Poetry Form: Nonet but I took the liberty to reverse it so I would say it is a Reverse Nonet. I started with 1 syllable on the first line and ended with 9 syllables for line 9. I chose to do this so the poem could form a mountain with it words.