Wednesday, August 3, 2022

Cadillac Mountain

Watching puffy clouds drift by
driving up Cadillac Mountain, today
reaching the summit in the sky

seeking the mystery of you and I
meandering on a majestic roadway
watching puffy clouds drift by

looking into heavens bright eye
dreams are born/some fade away
reaching the summit in the sky

surrounded by beauty, feeling alive
peregrine falcons fly above the bay
watching puffy clouds drift by

standing on desert island, I sigh
traveling a spiritual pathway
reaching the summit in the sky

thinking of you on a summer day
there are words, I need to convey
watching puffy clouds drift by
reaching the summit in the sky

Cadillac Mountain












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26 comments:

  1. Great view. Where is that mountain located?

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    1. Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, Maine. It was heavenly.

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  2. Ah, Acadia! were you driving a cadillac? lol! oh but those unsaid words do sting don't they?

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    1. Ha, all I needed was a pink Cadillac.. thanks for making me smile.

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  3. Wow luv this form. What is it with those lines repeated. You poked my interest. I googled Cadillac Mountains and got this 'At 1530 feet (466 m) tall, Cadillac is the tallest mountain on the eastern seaboard of the United States! It is also the first place to see the sunrise in the U.S. in the winter. For thousands of years, people have climbed Cadillac Mountain and looked out from its lofty peak.'

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Muchđź’šlove

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    1. Your research is correct, the views on the summit were breathtaking.

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  4. Beautiful.

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  5. Wonderful villanelle. I enjoyed reading this.

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    1. Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed reading it. What more could a poet ask for?

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  6. The sky embraces us if we let it.

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  7. I enjoyed the thoughts and reflections under puffy clouds. There is something about clouds that send one into pensiveness. Love the way "peregrine" found its way into your poem as the "Peregrine Collection" makes its way soon to the moon.

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    1. Many trails were closed as it is the end of the peregrine falcons nesting cycle. The park has had many hatchings and are diligent about keeping the area free from human disruptions. They are beautiful in flight.

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  8. Oh this sounds so beautiful. My heart lifted along with yours.

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    1. Thank you, my friend. I hope you are well.

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  9. lovely repeating lines in your villanelle, Sherry. Reminds me of that John Denver song that starts, "Almost heaven..."

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    1. Oops, I mean Truedessa!

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    2. hmm, I will have to look up that song.

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    3. Ahh - yes, that is a classic Denver song - thanks

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  10. Watching the clouds move past is a good way to accept the impermanence of everything. I believe we think better while outside engulfed in nature. Love this mountaintop view.

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    1. Yes, there is something magical about cloud watching. It was gorgeous at the peak. It really makes one see through new eyes the beauty of the planet.

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  11. Delicate and well written, as always.

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  12. Your poem has the cadence of a lovely summer day.

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    1. Thank you, it was a wonderful day filled with amazing scenery.

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