Away from the World

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Clambering 

up a breeze-blown high and lonely  hill

breathlessly racing each other to the top

in their she and him only moments

feeling the there and then of it for what it really was

 

she there before him!

 

with eyes closed arms raised in salute to the summer sky

her long blonde hair flailing wildly like golden tendrils

 

both now laughing into the face of the strengthening wind

trying to shout above the loud blusterings

how much they loved each other 

 

retrieving their breaths

 

resting in the wavering deep grass

with tightly clenched hands and conjoined hearts

a grasping of the now

two people with one soul

 

slowly rising 

looking down and around them

respectfully observing mother natures epic presentation

while sharing their lovers language of liberty

and adorational gratefullness

 

this

their priviledged place in time

their short lived ownership of all in sight

all too soon to become usurped by other lovers again and again

passing through as they will

the same ecstatic glorious moments

 

their words fall into silence

their eyes consuming the gazings  into each others

 

' surely ' 

she says

is this day not a heaven that will return to us in repetitional  dreams?

are we not accomplished pupils of mother natures school

of beauty and spiritual freedom

without any needs for other earthly charms

is this not the prize of all prizes that our hearts deserve?

oh! she continues

sweet music of humanity play on play on! 

 

alas

the unwelcomed blooming of fear and sadness are not far away

from their thoughts

overwhelming thoughts of deaths untold approach

his skeletal fingered guidance

to the path they must inevitably tread

 

they linger in silence awhile

 

until her kissing of his lips

brings them both back into their world of happiness

and dissipation of deaths grim reminders

 

his sight now focuses on her looking up

at the oceanic blue sky

as the slow sailing armada of vapourous ship-like clouds pass by

drifting back to the nowhere from whence they came

 

suddenly

a flustering of wings nearby!

a songbird so well known friend to all

begins ascending

 

oh skylark! she says excitedly

how grateful we are for your presence

how beautiful your ethereal kingdom

and the songs that you bless it with

 

then

they both look up in awe

until she turns away in tears

and he knows why

and smiles

 

letting these precious moments of love and elation

have their way 

◄ Where death dealers are ' boss ' ?

Doesn't say Quack Quack, she says Kwak Kwak ►

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Auracle

Wed 13th Aug 2025 20:55

I hope you can't find me posing like that on the Internet!

LEON STOLGARD

Wed 13th Aug 2025 19:57

Aisha, my belated thanks for your like 🌷

Kind regards.

Leon

LEON STOLGARD

Mon 11th Aug 2025 15:14

Firstly, I would like to pose a question;
how could the blonde haired girl in the poem suddenly become dark haired after reaching the top? DOHHHHHH!!! 😩

This poem was inspired by some of the lyrics in a song by Matt Monroe, called, Love is a many splendoured thing......

# once on a high and windy hill, in the early mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still # 😭

Good afternoon Rolph.
I am so grateful for the time and effort, that you have put into your wonderful comment.

Thank you so very much indeed.

Leon

Good afternoon Uilleam.
I have never been to your country ( Ireland ) but have seen and been awestruck by its beauty on TV many times.

Has its beautifulness not called to you enough times, urging you to get up and out among them thar hills?

remember, those boots are made for walking, is that NOT what they SHOULD DO!!!!??? 😀

Thanks matey 👍

Leon

just need to add, that I have never been so ' like button ' pressed rich, in all of my daysI on Write out loud.

Consequently, the deepest of my thanks go out to-

Red Brick Keshner
Tom Doolan
Hugh
Tim Daly
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Rolph David
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 9th Aug 2025 09:39

My spirits are in dire need of the kind of landscape you so refreshingly describe...I can almost hear Vaughan Williams' 'Lark ascending'.
Thanks, Leon.

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Rolph David

Sat 9th Aug 2025 08:40

Good morning Leon,
Your poem reads like a breath of wind over that hill — vivid, romantic, and filled with the bittersweet beauty of a moment that can’t last forever. You’ve captured not only the joy of love and the grandeur of nature, but also the quiet shadow of mortality that makes such moments even more precious. The imagery — from the “oceanic blue sky” to the skylark’s ascent — stays with the reader long after the final line.
Regards,
Rolph

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