brittle light
brittle light
Aug 02, 2017

Where Lies The Truth?

the mountain looks spectacular
but I have come seeking the man on top

a sherpa is arranging my equipment

"have you ever met the man" I ask

"yes, many times " he says

"is it true what they say about him?"

"hey man, I'm just a guy
that has to lug your shit
up the mountain
and back down again.
Does that sound like a happy ending to you?"

I thought about it for a minute,
went into the base camp bar
and got drunk.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

top.ksgnr

I really like the approach that you took with this poem! I feel like we under appreciate people every day, and we should be nicer to everyone that we encounter! but I also liked your narrative perspective from it.

Geezer

that he was just having a bad day! Lol. I really like that droll, sarcastic, sense of humor!
Your short works never fail to tickle my funny-bone and at least make me chuckle. ~ Gee.

E

What an intricate and delicate scene you have woven. Seems to be more to it than just the beautiful pattern of tongue in cheek words.

brittle light

I suppose.
I try to look at the people around "the man", the boss, the mentor, et al.
That provides some insight, a more circumspect perspective on who he is(?) or portends to be.

thanks for the very flattering observations.

Haven't heard from you in awhile.
good to hear from you again,