Inspiration

Everest

/ Hyacinth Hale / 1 Comment 
Why is Everest so tall?
As tall as the knees I hug in my bed,
And as cold as the sweat on my brow,
    
     “But mama, I promise I’m going to climb      that mountain, and slay that dragon 
because I promised, I said I would”,

And if my body is not willing,
I will sacrifice it along the way,

People ask me why I keep going,
It’s not for glory,
Glory’s trail glitters like a comet, 
but it is just as fleeting,
A man cannot live on glory, 
and on Everest, 
A man will starve before 
he ever tastes glory’s sweet embrace, 
Glory comes from doing the impossible, 
From doing what would crush others into 
a fine snowy powder,

So why do the impossible?
Why risk frost bitten fingers 
and toes and maybe even a nose?
Why risk avalanches, and snow storms, and being swallowed into the cavernous ice?
why risk facing an Abominable Snowman?

     “It’s because I know I can!” 

I may be foolish, I may be crazy, I may freeze to death, and be permanently 
affixed to the mountain, but if I am, 
My frozen statue will be in climbing position, 

Higher and higher I will go until 
I reach the summit, 
until I see the sunrise and the sunset 
on the world below, 
until I carefully pick out my place on earth, and set out on the next adventure!

     ~ By Hyacinth Hale

Ode to the Poems I Cannot Publish

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Here are to the poems I cannot publish!
The poems so intimate, so raw, 
It would be as if I sliced myself 
Open with my pen,
And used my own blood as ink,

Here are to the poems I dare not share,
You are no less worthy than the others,
Each word a rare pearl that I string together
To make a splendid yarn of truth,
I’m sorry,for some truths 
Are too heavy to shoulder,

Here are to the unfinished poems 
Whose lines are left dangling in the air, 
The ones not yet grounded in punctuation, 
Or thoughts are left tucked away 
In a hope chest in a lost corner of my brain,

Here are to the poems 
I deem unworthy to publish, 
Its not you, its me, 
I feel unworthy to reign in your power, 
And share your wisdom with the world,

I am trying to do better, 
You deserve better than to 
Be wielded from my mouth, 
Or my pen, or my keyboard,
I will endeavor to be worthy 
Of the gift bestowed upon me 
By the Lord God Almighty,
You deserve the best of me

     ~ By Hyacinth Hale

The Dawn of Dreams

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There comes a time in a person’s life where it does not matter the work ethic or the desire, or even the talent it takes to achieve a dream. Reality is harsh, and the lucky few who realize their dreams are very few indeed, but it does not mean one should not dream. Happiness lies in possibilities, and dreams come and go like the cycle of the sun. One only has to wait for the night to fall,and for a new dream to emerge, for a new dawn and a new reality. 


     ~ By Hyacinth Hale