Mountain Cries

This is a poem on behalf of Mount Washington, Pittsburgh

 

Many shed tears of love and joy on my shoulders
Snow, rain, tears soak me, trees roll down as boulders
My shrieks wet eyes lack joy, they display sorrow
I fall sleep wondering if I’ll see the sun tomorrow
Outwardly healthy but suffering silently inside
I look mighty, but bleed, weak hollow inside
I support mansions, tolerate deep cuts, tunnels in me
Flesh detaches from my body, helpless I see
Millions get across over, through my body
Thousands live on me I carry everybody
I give golden views of the Burgh, best in the nation
Where millions pledge to live their imagination
Nothing stays young forever
I too get old as we all
Land slides bit by bit making me feeble and small
Many a mama tell children “Don’t cry, you are a big boy”
I am mighty big, but humbly seek help as a little boy
Not for long may carry people, buildings and roads
Stop my bleeding mudslide, the ground it erodes
Give me grass, creepers strong rooted many a tree
They’ll hold me together, please do it for you and me
Don’t litter me with plastic paper cans and glass
They don’t let plants grow, kill precious grass
Help hold support me like I have done for ever
Or alas, future generations will see me never
Come see my tears desperate in public I cry
With your love, you will heal me make my eyes dry
With your love, you will heal me make my eyes dry

JK and Dolly Luthra
August 18, 2016

9 comments

  1. Hello JK and Dolly,

    Welcome! It is for sure Mt. Washington has been misused and abused.
    Some beautiful places there, and the incline is a draw, but they all impinge
    on the mountain. I think your poem has captured the heartbeat of that mountain.

    Tears for its fate and for the prices at La Monts!

    So glad you are here.

    Sarah

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  2. Hi JK

    So good to see you here and read your work again! The Earth is crying from our abuse and her children, the rivers, the mountains, the seas and fields are suffering. How beautifully you give voice to this mountain, humanize the spirit of one of nature’s finest sculptures and standard bearers of time, history and strength. I can feel the cry of this mount and empathize completely. These lines speak loudly and with need

    fall sleep wondering if I’ll see the sun tomorrow
    Outwardly healthy but suffering silently inside
    I look mighty, but bleed, weak hollow inside
    I support mansions, tolerate deep cuts, tunnels in me
    Flesh detaches from my body, helpless I see
    Millions get across over, through my body
    Thousands live on me I carry everybody

    And yes, the mountain has carried everyone and now its our turn to salvage and save the natural resources of the land and our planet.

    Thank you for this,
    much enjoyed
    wendy

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    • Hi Wendy

      Thanks for your heartfelt comments.
      Sorry for the delay in replying.

      After reading your supportive comments it becomes even more clear that we need to convert the words of the poem into action to save the Crying Mount.

      Best wishes

      Dolly and JK

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  3. The earth gives so much to us
    in so many different ways, as your poem shows.
    And humans have just taken all that has been given
    for granted for so long.

    Much enjoyed reading.
    take care,
    Kerri

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    • Hi Kerri Glad you liked the poem. We take many tangibles and intangibles for granted till they get snatched away. But then it is too late. Best wishes J K L

      Sent from my iPhone

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  4. JK and Dolly,
    I enjoyed reading your poem this PM. Like you say in the comments, we, humans, take many natural wonders for granted. Then, out of nowhere, everything changes, and we wonder why.
    J

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  5. Thank you for liking the poem. By our age we have every ther read or experienced such shortcomings but we still falter at times when put to test.
    Poems like this are self reminders.
    Best wishes
    Dolly and J K

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  6. Thank you for reminding us that the nature we take for granted is hurting whi!e many people seem not to notice or care. Your poem caused me to consider what the abused rivers and the mountains are trying to say to us.
    ptc

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  7. Thank you for your comments.
    If we recognize everything as living being and dependable on others for survival, it will be a better world.

    Dolly and J K

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