This poem employs a metaphor of a remote mountain lake brimming with hope, exasperatingly difficult to access, only to be topped with an even more secluded mountain valley hiding away awe of the lost senses of humor of uncounted folks.<\/p>\n
Dammed Hope<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
Up in the mountains \nSow high \nTheirs a pass \nSo long \nForgotten \nAnd down \nIn the valley of lost hope \nA valley know more \nRather there \nI found \nTransformed between \nTwo summit I\u2019d a prize \nMore than just \nA titanic see \nHope lapping onto the mountaintop \nQuiet a mountaintop experience \nHelled only \nBy an inexplicable damming \nWhether geological or theological \nI could not determinate \nAnd having taken awe that I could convey \nTo the point I would depart \nBeyond me \nA single peek \nWhich I will never get over \nAnother valley \nPositively knot a depression \nThat hide a way \nWhere uncounted folks \nHave lost their senses \nOf humor \nAnd awe I\u2019m culpable of \nA vowing \nKnow joke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"