ßlue /\/\ountain §tress


September 10 by The Running Son


1863 copy of Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper click4source


ßlue /\/\ountain §tress

A fine Blue Mountain morning, friend! See stills shine,
polished brass with lightning white glory inside!
Birch and Oak’s shade casts casks alone, and to the bone
dating, ever so poorly.

And now to the task of camouflaging, bravely. Ribs cage
the boiling spaces deep inside,
separating barreled chest pressures from gasses forming
toward abnormality.

Now, all’s gone mush where the devil’s cut scored ruts!
Plus, the borders of all Blue Mountain back-routes
are manned and corded, and blockades ordered. I’m stuck:
Lord of splintered boards.

by Jim Aldrich (:

Created for the prompt: Sapphic Verse from We Drink Because We are Poets


©2013 JimAldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

15 thoughts on “ßlue /\/\ountain §tress

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  2. ρöετις says:

    wonderfully worded description!
    Making moonshine while the moon shines brightest,
    cover of darkness dampening suspicion,
    permission prohibited but still distilling spirits.

    • Thank you Poetic. It appears our poor moonshiner had pressures forming from both within and without. ^__^

      • ρöετις says:

        That never ends well hahaha!

        • I hope we all go shamanistic.
          I’m fixin to burst
          out in displays of
          poetic comment glossolalia
          like a happy charismatic
          gone ecstatic.


          • ρöετις says:

            A linguistic revival
            surviving like tradition
            a condition of the mind
            akin to divination

            • Poetic I actually dropped this comment in the wrong post, and blog! supposed to be for the 13th Paradigm haha… screw it lets go with it:

              Also, akin
              to shamanistic
              relationships of
              mind to
              mind, to
              a renewed attitude,
              where free agency
              weaves itself
              into fate;
              a deterministic

            • ρöετις says:

              Hahaha no worries Jim, I’m happy to roll with it:

              A latitude to move
              granting freedom
              from the body;
              shamanistic visions,
              unwritten futures
              worth revising.

            • I pray, let us not revise
              this truth of enlivening
              our blank slate futures,
              tuned to the frequency
              of creative childhood
              imagination, where wild
              intakes of possibility
              filled soft spots, and elation
              was part of our daily
              manifesting hearts, at
              the task of self-creation.

            • ρöετις says:

              Then let us harken back
              to a time when
              we were dreamers,
              telepathically connected
              empathetic smiling children,
              marveling in wonder while we wandered out in nature.
              Remember the amazement
              that we felt with
              with each discovery?
              Then lets restore our memory
              and the innocence we lost.

            • We try, and have tried:
              Hale-bop, scores of
              photo-shopped yoga flop
              and hot houses
              and lodges
              and orders,
              and we rock and imbibe
              like it’s 2999—like there’s no ‘us’,
              a too often futile
              attempt at infantility, sitting lotus,
              a self-wrung opus
              thinking we’re re-shaping dreams;
              but only re-conditioning
              our egos, those old crusts.

    • Poetic, would you like to collect these verses and publish them on your blog as a poetic convo/duet? I would be delighted if you did, and I could reblog it (:

      • ρöετις says:

        I would love to actually! I was going to reply to your last one but got busy this morning so I could add to what you last posted when I combine them all into one. I will give a link back to your blog when I introduce the piece but by all means reblog if you’d like too!
        Btw, my name is Erik so you don’t have to call me poetic unless you really want to 😉

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