Photo-Artistry by kenne
would love to feel
old abilities
coming on strong
weaken more by age
still trying
to spread
my wings
mountains on the left
mountains on the right
reaching deep inside
opening those
old doors
releasing those
old strengths
I can climb
I know I can
I can climb
to the top
in search
of those old feelings
now only in my dreams
trying to deal with
too much stuff
still can’t get enough
keep on climbing
sucking more air
a whole lot of air
I can climb
I know I can
mountains on the left
mountains on the right
still, miles to go
one switchback at a time
posing
for the fleet of foot
and young at heart
as I catch my breath
I can climb
I know I can
under indigo skies
mountains to climb
following old images
painted with the
brush of experience
sometimes I get lost
in a lapse of time
lapse into a blur
this time around
as I near the top
looking out over
my imagination
life is more
dramatic
extreme
highs and lows
time to rest
slowed by the winds
blowing dust, when
suddenly the winds stop
all the windmills stop
a vision of death
where are the desires?
where are the myths?
where are the models?
I’m at the top
the view is exciting —
true excitement
comes only
from being there.
–kenne
Love the poem, Alexa
Having reached that age I appreciate the words. Having looked down from the mesa and wondered about the return trip makes it even more true 😂
My dad always said, “I think I can. I think I can.” when trying to climb new heights. As we get older taking just one step at a time gets us places we want to explore. Don’t stop!
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This morning I learned of the death of Dorothy Wilhelmsen at 94. She led some of my early hikes on Mt. Lemmon while still in her early 80s. A model hiker! — kenne
Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
This morning I learned of the death of Dorothy Wilhelmsen at 94. She led some of my early hikes on Mt. Lemmon while still in her early 80s. A model hiker! — kenne
Kudos on a nice piece of introspection. One can really sense who you are in these few words. I second the insight of the last stanza.
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How apropos that I find this in my reading list on a morning when I was looking back at the photo archives.