Cold Assurance
I’m tired of writing alone in my safe room. I crave the cold mountain and my gasps in the thinner air. The threat of clouds. A bleeding sunset that seeps behind an obscuring peak.The small terrors of things heard but unseen in the dark. The press of stones in my back as I roll over in my sleeping bag. Evidence through sensation that I’m still alive.
The comfort of light,
but no form without shadow.
Nature’s cruel truth.
A Cold Mountain Haibun for dVerse Poets
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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Are you camping on that mountain?
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Only in my mind, Janet.
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I really like this Judy! The need to feel alive is so very primal to all of us. No form without shadow…. what a great line. This reminded me of Johnny Cash’s last recording, Hurt!
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Thanks, Dwight. Now I’ve gotta Google Johnny.
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Ha… it is a good one.
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Oh Wow. I’d never heard that song before. It is mine magnified a thousandfold.
Mine is more about enjoying the pleasure all the more because of the pain. His seems to be about the pain of regret. I hope it was hyperbole.
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It is a wonderful song of aging and end of life.
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For sure, Dwight. I love that Cash cover of Hurt.
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I am glad you enjoyed it.
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Judy it sounds like you are primed for an adventure, just bring some kind of security person along with you and do it!
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I totally get what you mean, Judy. I often feel that way too!
-David
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This is great 👍👍
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