So I've been wanting to write a skiing poem for a while.... Its hard to make one that doesn't suck and isn't cheesy. Anyways here's what I came up with....
Thursday:
The alarm rings and I rise transposed into the early bird ready to migrate on my well practiced pilgrimage to a place of peace
Setting off by lantern-light, we witness the birth of a new day as we climb to meet Appolo
I press upwards breaking the trail for my companions to follow
My goal is ambitious, the message defiant, I will stand atop this geological giant
She screams a thousand warning whispers through my ears, they lash at my face as I trespass further
My betraying lungs scream back, united in their differences trying to slow my attack
She protects great treasures for which my heart burns with desire, we meet in a clash of ice and fire
I am perused by cool cotton blossoms of claustrophobia that rise from no stem
We are enveloped and held hostage by this wall with no edges, no feeling, no end
Cold smoke erupts from the gun barrel of the heavens locked in a spiralling slow dance with gravity
A symphony of entropy ever majestic in its fall from grace settles around me in unique symmetry
We press on, three beating hearts with one mind, pushing not for what’s ahead but away from what’s left behind
Each step a profound regression from societies persistent perpetual retrogression
Uncertainty wraps its forlorn fingers around my soul and tugs at my heart strings
My confidence ebbs and flows over the rocky shores of emotional implosion
My eyes are pulled downwards, thoughts following to a place where a dare not bodily go
Then with a last few steps through frozen time comes a flooding feeling so divine
I stand aloft, the envy of atlas looking down from this pinnacle of personal transcendence
The prize is mine but it has no design, it flickers as a feeling buried deep in my mind
This prize of mine, so true, so real, but you cannot buy it it’s something you feel
But there’s no shortcut to this prize, no western family counterpart and you don’t get one free with an equal or greater adventure
I am not the first to stand here and surely wont be the last, but this cabernet sauvignon tickles my tongue with the taste of adventure in a unique way that no other will have or has ever experienced.
So as the worries of today slink off to huddle with the shadows of tomorrow in the dark recesses of a world somewhere between material and mental I push off into freedom, peace of mind billowing around my waist
My paired paintbrushes slash sweeping streaks across this canvas
Transient twists of artistic adrenaline are my only proof of passage
Descending further, a plethora of ubiquitous jade arms whip past me in a boreal blur
I dance through this inanimate audience cloaked in crystalline silence
Walking the line between grace and violence
Picking the pocket of time, I steal moments, performing in this alpine amphitheatre with no one around save my fellow thespians
And from her we steal memories, memories of a time where we were away from it all high on emotions seeming eternal but doomed to fall
These days are like the flakes that provide them, ephemeral, unique and in adequately described at best
Pitted in battle, me vs. myself, the ultimate test
These memories trade places with the traces on the maps of the previously and still yet unknown.
My woven tapestry of experiences ever growing, pushing further, higher, deeper
And in memories I must leave this world as I plunge back into the convoluted flow of life and responsibility
It is here I swim through the rapids of encumbrance awaiting my next chance to burst upwards away from my concrete shackles breaking the surface for a single glorious breath.
This is right
This is being
This is life
This is Skiing
