A dVerse Poets prompt, this one from Mish, to personifying the abstract
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I Was A Mountain Once
I was a mountain once that held pathed treks to enlightenment
I was (a) small mound (s) wearying those trek steps footed steep heavy minded way
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I was a sky’s wind once that carried gale words thrown into it with profound or misguided intent
I was a small breath naked angry aloud from red hands to bare ass, bare hands to red ass, to hold me alive screaming to hopes and dismays
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I was an ocean’s currents once, tide’s ins, tide’s outs, navigated with expert sailor’s aplomb or hubris
I was a small tear (s) peering over a water’s ever shaping shape at broken piecemeal ships or grand full chested sails, falling, aiding the waters
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I was a flame once that warmed pairs of hearts or burned everything down
I was a small flinted flicker where alone began
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I was all things at once, once
And none at all, small, still, to begin, again
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I was a mountain once
I was a small mound
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