Mountain Lake

by Bea Garth

copyright, 2008

I am but a crysallis
burrowed deep in the mud
in the dark wells
under the high mountain lake,
whereas you
you love to fly
in your red sports car
rock and roll spewing forth
there being no fun
like riding the surface
of the frozen crystalline lake
when suddenly
you notice the noon-day sun
and hear the surface crack,
about to radiate
in all directions.


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2 replies

  1. Thank you Sandra! I wrote that piece last year and unfortunately it is all too true.
    Just wondering, are you an artist, poet or commentator — or just interested?

    Bea

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  2. Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog. 🙂 Cheers! Sandra. R.

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