Love, Another Challlenge

I finished my 30 days of poems and now I am starting to a new 30 days of poems. What l learn in the first 30 days I will write later. It did connect me to all those years of writer workshops and my love of poetics and the theory of writing poems. The new 3 days I will be writing love poems. Love poems explores not feelings, love is beyond feelings, but our deepest connection to another and ultimately God. Enjoy the poem below.


The Junction of Two Brooks Near Booth Lake

At the start of the hike,

a large elevation gain, then

a field flowing with flames

of blue columbines,

and the trail travels toward the horseshoe water-

                                                                              fall.

Booth Falls, a hike popular with tourists,

was, for me, a two mile stroll for getting my heart up

and keeping my fat down. The lake lays five more

miles higher, and takes fortitude to continue up the trail.

Ten years I lived there, ten

years gone,

                   my Colorado,

                                         which I share

with you in memories

and in the promises of future. The whitewater rafting

of my past wants you to create a future moments.

Booth Falls,

   ghost towns of failed dreams,

     the fourteen thousand feet high Mount

                                                                  of Holy Cross,

these I have visited

                          knowing your are alive,

                                                           though not your

name, not your eyes, nor your history of the Bitter

Root Range or your picking huckleberries.

                                                                   This,

our love,

               the intermingling of stories

to birth a new story, our story. Chasing

   the cascading words

                                     over the cliff of history;

the splash of narrative,                                      of mixing friends,

this is the bed

                                      of our love carving 

through the granite,

                                fourteen thousand years old or older. I remember

once

being alone

in the Dotsero Volcano Valley

filled with worthless diamonds. Break

the cool lava open

and the sparkle

of low grade polished carbon shine.

I want to take the slide into the center of Dotsero’s

dormant volcano with you, to break off a bit

of my past as a gift. I want the gift of your

origins. The dark mystery of blending

                                                             love.