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mountain lover's monologues

moonriver posted on Sep 25, 2007 | views: 2317 | Tags: poem, love, forest, moon, magic, werewolf
1

Most climbers are obsessed with summits.
Impatiently around the base camp they pace
And hurriedly trudge along well-worn ascent routes
To quickly reach the peaks of their euphoria
Where they pause -- to catch their breaths and images
And keep faithful score of their games and gains.

Then they rush back down,
Load their stuff on trucks and cars
Hurry home for dinner with the kids
And sleep with wives on soft silk beds.
Until they gather on the next weekend
For another scheduled conquest climb.

This is why, I have to admit,
I rarely do these summit treks.
It's neither right nor wrong, neither good nor bad.
It is simply too sacred, awesome and rare
To shape my mundane urges.

2

Ahh, yet my heart leaps with joy.
Since my cherished mountain yonder
Has assumed the shape of a lovely dormant maiden.
And I'll climb her today.
I need to climb her today.
And if she enfolds me into her misty embrace,
Then I would love to stay -- 'til I climb down someday
But only if she tires of me, because I'll never tire of her
Who refreshes me everyday with morning dewfall.

Since, you see, I'm a highland boy
And to me, a mountain is an intimate friend and lover
With desires and thoughts I'm drawn to explore.
So today I won't begin another quick conquest
But pursue and sustain a lifetime quest
And add more steps to these endless monologues
Of my restless legs seeking love's ascent.

3

Quietly now I scout her smooth gentle foothills.
My soles tickle her soles in a mutual massage.
Uphill I gaze to seek her easy relaxing trails
Skipping up and down the hollows and soft foliage
Of her shapely limbs that extend to the clouds.
Often I pause and rest and listen to
The songs of birds and cricket chirps
That carry my mountain lover's lilting laughter
Like the warble of a wildwood nymphet.

I push upward, and her ridges open up to better view.
Urging me on to caress her secrets further upstream.

Behold I see now a lovely valley
Hidden folds between virgin slopes
Of rainforest galleries and pine ridges above.
Wind-borne whiffs of conifer and wild lychees,
Limes and sweet sage from citrus groves
Offer me a perfumery of myriad aromas.

Gazing across my maiden's meadows
Her fragrant scent invites me to rest
I swoon in time with her soft rise and fall,
Sweet morning dew mixes with lover's sweat.
The rising sun says she's in vaporous heat
And urges me to quicken my steps
I climb further up and espy her mango groves
That offer ripe and succulent whispers on my tongue.

My taut muscles finally dig into her soft grass soil
My lusty breath blows into the shell of her ears
Lightning bolts urge my feverish climb
The looming rain joins the river thunder
And we drown in its soft swallowing noises.
I watch wood nymphs play among her rivulets,
Dripping waterfalls mix with her surging juices
She happily pours it out with a wanton smile
And I merrily drink with a lecherous grin.

I begin to tire but she pulls me further up.
My breathing's quicker and belabored now
My lungs about to burst, my heartbeats audible
Harsh and pounding against her farthest cliffs, where
Tiny hamlets dance in the primal drums of passion.

4

But mountain goddess smiles to say
I don't need to always seek her peaks and join her there
She can give me all the hours of the harvest moon
To roll and play around her steepest slopes
In a constant state of explosive joy.
We may reach it or not, today or next,
But her arrogant summit is always there
Ever victorious and gleaming in the sun.
We will lie satiated under its shadow til evening comes
We will gaze content at ebony heavens and feather clouds
And watch green foliage turn to peacock swirls before our eyes.

5

And as the endless clouds blanket us in mist and fog
My muscles stiffen again, the wanderlust stronger now
I seek the inner warmth of the mountain's folds
And enter her secret ritual caves
To perform the sloughing of my skin and offerings of flesh.

During this full September moon when the deer paw the earth.
He who comes from me is lusting to taste the freshness of pulsing flesh
Of virgin victim, a mountain nymph on a bed of ferns
His fangs will sink into willing venison, tangy and bittersweet
And this man-wolf will turn himself inside out
With a terrible growl, triumphant again tonight.



7:20 p.m. 25 Sept 2007
Offering for the harvest moon festival



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Comments

  • queenparanoia said on Sep 25, 2007....

    moonriver...

    this is the best post youve ever written!!! honestly dude!!! i was glued to the screen as i read this... this is really good. and oh yeah it made me feel.... ummmm... LOL...

    but honestly. one of the best post written in here!!! =)

  • mobil said on Sep 25, 2007....
    Where do you get this stuff Moon? I couldn't write this if I were laying in a field of wildflowers with nimphomanics all over me.
     
    You have a splendid way with words Moon and splendid is about the best word in my somewhat deluted vocabulary.
     
    Very nice.
  • namyogrl said on Sep 25, 2007....
    moon~ once again you have blown me away with the beauty of your words. you are one talented highland boy!
  • gingersoul said on Sep 25, 2007....

    Moon.....one can get lost between the hidden trails of your poetry....but how magical is getting lost there....

    You have the most controlled and yet wild use of imagery, my friend...the stuff real poetry is made of.....a musicality and a command of methaphors that is rare indeed... 

    I told you once and i will tell you again......you have a poetic soul so huge to breath thru your breathing....you have been keeping her at guard for too long..

    see? she just explodes...

    lucky us......lucky your muse......{hug}

  • the_infernal_optimist said on Sep 25, 2007....
    Moon...ohhh, you love the mountains (or at least this mountain) as deeply as I love mine (if any place can ever belong to someone to any degree)!

    What a stunning, amazing description of your relationship with her. :)

    ~Infernal
  • beyondtheveil said on Sep 25, 2007....
    Once again you took me away, and to one of my favorite places- mountains. They have a magic to me that nothing else possesses. I want to die on a mountain, overlooking a large canyon.

    There is one other thing you made me happy about- you used the word yonder. I love that word and it has all but died from the language.

    This was a beautiful read- and feeling.
  • destinydiva said on Sep 25, 2007....
    I'm with queenie....I was kinda turned on reading that :-)
    you have a way with words mr river.
    Your a genius with words!!!
    :-) xx
  • hidufel said on Sep 25, 2007....
    I am shamed, and dared to think i was a poetic wannabe. Compared to this greatness, i humble myself.
     
    Very nice.
  • the_infernal_optimist said on Sep 25, 2007....
    Hidufel, you're not alone. Our dear lunar friend has quite a gift. :)

    ~Infernal
  • moonriver said on Sep 25, 2007....
    i just had to take a peek in-between my impossible skeds. thanks for the nice comments, everyone. i'm humbled. i'll be back later tonight (my timezone) for longer comments.

  • UnknownUser said on Sep 26, 2007....

    You have a beautiful talent.  I can honestly say this leads one's imagination on such a beautifully erotic journey.  This was a wonderful read!  Thank you so much for sharing it.

  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    queenie -- it made you feel ummmmm....lol? does that mean you can climb up to the peak accompanied by lilting laughter? that's so sexy... *wink*

    mobil -- well, dude, if i was laying in a field of wildflowers with nymphomaniacs all over me, of course it would be impossible for me to write anything too. i'd be too busy making jerky out of all that fresh venison...lol. but hey, i got all the stanzas down pat while i was contemplating the echo of "plonks" in the outhouse. that's my secret, man... ;-)


  • queenparanoia said on Sep 26, 2007....
    ehehehehehehehehhe =)
  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    namyogrl, unknownuser -- thank you. i'm glad you appreciated the poem.

    i honestly think most if not all of us here at sc have the innate capacity for poetry. to enjoy reading a poem -- which is to connect to it, to resonate with it at a deep level -- is just one step removed from expressing one's feelings at the same level, which is i think the source of all poetry. i hope this short lecture inspires you to write poetry too.


  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    queenie -- i see you're laughing now. does this mean you've reached the topmost heights by yourself? couldn't wait, huh? lol

    destiny -- i see you're with queenie. like mobil, i'd be at a loss for words if i were crossing a field of wildflowers with you two... *wink*

  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    hidufel -- oh, no man, don't say it like that. i often visit your blog and read your poems, and my reaction is almost always, "why can't i write such beautifully terse and tensile poems like these?" i guess you and i can pick up ideas from each other's style... :-)

  • destinydiva said on Sep 26, 2007....
    lol mr river!!!  :-) I actually kinda like that description :-) xx
  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    beyond -- we just found ourselves another common dream, my friend... mountains to die for. not so literally, maybe. make that "mountains to live for," if not "to live in." but if i were given a choice, perhaps i'd choose a manner of death somewhat similar to yours -- on top of a high mountain, alone, or maybe with wolves.

    you gave me an idea... i'll try to find other dying words and try to use them in my writings. :-)

  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    destiny -- which description...? you mean you're like a field of wildflowers? can i pick some? lol

  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    infernal -- i'm going to confess one shameful thing here, right now... i really haven't fully explored this particular mountain yet. much of her remains in the realm of my dreams. but of course, in climbing a mountain, we always start with the foothills, don't we? so my plan of attack is to start with foot massage accompanied by poetry...lol.

    seriously... i'd really be interested in taking a peek at some of your own hoard of poetry, my friend. i know you plan to publish. but can we here at soulcast take just an itty-bitty peak... i mean, *peek*, at your hidden poetic treasures? :-)

  • queenparanoia said on Sep 26, 2007....
    maybe later before i went to sleep... =)
  • moonriver said on Sep 26, 2007....
    ginger -- gotcha worried there, didn't i? lol.

    my dream mountain, like the call of poetry, has countless unexplored trails, hiding in some mysterious shadows that irresistibly draw me to fall willingly into its embrace. you're right, it's so magical to simply get lost in its intricate maze. *wink wink*

    i know you know this feeling, my friend, you being more addicted to poetry and poetic prose than i am... if i recall correctly, in fact, it was you who inveigled me to have a taste of this loathfully delicious addiction...

    and so, behold the monster you have created. you sowed the soft whiff of subtle hints, now reap the whirlwind of the werewolf's howling nights....

    ggrrrowwwwlllll nngggrrrhhhh!

  • Me-Myself&I said on Sep 26, 2007....

    I don't even know what to say differently then all the rest of the folks.

    Your words make me close my eyes and imagine what you see.

    You put a smile on my face. You are beautiful like your words from your heart!

    I always enjoy you and your words. Thanks for sharing.  see ya

  • the_infernal_optimist said on Sep 26, 2007....
    Hmm...perhaps, moon, perhaps. I haven't posted anything in the past day or so; that might be a good next post to make. ;-)

    And that sounds like a very good place to start to me! :) Though if you discover an easy way to start at the top, let me know...

    ~Infernal
  • gingersoul said on Sep 26, 2007....

    Moon.......oh, you are definetely my man..:-)

    Foot massage and poetry........what better than this?

    Oh yes..... foot massage while reading poetry and listening to Chopin or Mozart and eating chocolate while laying on a comfy lounge chair on the beach at sunset....;-):

  • moonriver said on Sep 27, 2007....
    memyself -- now close your eyes again, and imagine what you see. it's no longer my poem that must resonate in your mind's womb, but the one that's been growing there. nurture and animate that image. then write it down for all of us to enjoy. poems are memes that invade minds and mutate like benign viruses... btw, i read your poem in your blog. will comment there. thanks for dropping by... ;-)

    infernal -- i see you've started on your own lifetime quest. i'm reading your latest poetry post right now. i don't know any easy way to start from the top -- except to grow wings and fly there directly ... ;-)

  • moonriver said on Sep 27, 2007....
    ah, ginger my sweet friend, i remember too a cold december day... when foot massage and poetry could arise so inexorably from subtle hints of painted toenails...

    you are *this close* to tempting me to grow wings and soar right now across the seas... alight on your roof on this harvest moon night... and carry you off to that tuscan beach... with a stiff bottle of maotai and two goblets in my hands ... and domori cru 100% cocoa on my lips... ;-)

  • Holly-Go-Lightly said on Sep 28, 2007....

    moon~dear old friend~

    we had fun sharing poems in the past.

    So glad I checked in~ this is GORGEOUS!

    Its the kind of thing I would like to lie back on

    the bed and just listen to someone reading it

    over and over again, like a beautiful song...

    I have e-mailed it to myself so I may enjoy @

    any hour.

    Peace~*Holly*~

  • moonriver said on Sep 28, 2007....
    holly -- you're back! how have you been, my friend? i'm glad you liked my poem, and i see you have a beautiful poem too for your comeback blog. hope to read more of your blogs later... :-)

  • Holly-Go-Lightly said on Sep 28, 2007....

    thank you moon~

    today, i'm just here for a visit. comeback? perhaps.

    however, i have been turning out Haiku (& her various

    forms) like mad, and you always seemed to enjoy them

    so maybe I'll send some on & you may critique??

    or just read them... nice to talk with you again

    soon~

    ~*~*Holly*~*~

  • moonriver said on Sep 29, 2007....
    holly -- yup, i did enjoy reading your earlier haiku. looking forward to more ... :-)

  • crybabylu said on Apr 10, 2008....

    I was going to write you in a personal message, until I saw your post, and it led me here.  I don't know if you will read this or not. Because I don't know if you will think to look here, but whether you read it or not. I am going to write it.

    First of all, I would like to comment on your poem. I kept reading it knowing that when I got to the end, It would have the author's name on it, because even though you are a fine poet, I did not expect this from you.

    I don't have any word that adequately describe it, so I am not even going to try, only to say it is one of the most well-written poems I have read in a long time.

    Next, I want to talk about you. "Asian fire monkey....here to reflect...exlore ideas....and make people smile,"     is what I think it says on your profile.

    You are one of the only ones, I think is doing exactly what you set out to do when coming here. I don't know how you are doing it, unless it is that part of you that is truly "divine", because there are lots of obstacles one could find here to distract them from their goal.

    I'm glad you stayed true to yourself, and didn't let yourself become distracted, and that you let your "spiritual intuitinveness" guide you. You have avoided some of the pitfalls that others have found here.

    But, of course, I expected that you would, for several reasons. Goals, intuitiveness, spiritual, intelligent, wise, oh so very wise. Many things about you, I will never know are there, but you know, yes, I am sure that you know....

    I think that wherever God is, when he looks at you,  you  bring a great big smile to his face....

  • gingersoul said on Apr 10, 2008....

    Dee.......beautifully said....this comment of yours will surely put a great big smile on Moons' face.....but he deserves it......this silly climbing Asian monkey...:-).

     

  • moonriver said on Apr 13, 2008....
    babylu -- I'm speechless and humbled, dear lady. I hope I don't infuriate God with my inexhaustible questions regarding him... lol. I wish you and your family the best, and that you come back and blog with us your friends every so often. ((hugs))

    ginger -- Yes, babylu's comment put a big smile on my face. Indeed. But you're always teasing me. After that exhausting hard climb, dear friend, I could barely climb a banana tree these past days... :-)

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