The Path (A Big Triku Poem)

Prickly gorses brown

and grey – flowering yellow

by the blue green sea.

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And in between an earthy

path that dips and weaves with stones and shells,

heading through my memory.

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Close, far, elusive

as a star, sublime. Other

place and place in time.

Big Triku ‘The Top?’

I turn a corner,

to face the gradual rise

of another hill.

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When I reach the end, by the

blue sky, will it only be to see

the path continue upward?

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Surely some corner,

before the clouds, will show the

glorious summit?

Big Triku ‘My Challenge’

Towering mountains

reach too high to see. Standing

before them – just me.

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Yet sunlight cuts the mist and

I see others standing near. My doubts

disperse, my path is now clear.

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We shall climb as one.

And we shall not turn nor stop

until it is done.