The Pinnacle #poetry

 

petals in the snow

It was at this peak

for the first time

I found love

cool, crisp were your lines

my first solo climb

off the precipice

I jumped

into empty lies

carving into moguls

some shallow some deep

rose petals in the  powder

you could hear the beat

the foolish heart

seeks for occupation

breaking my leg

pain not soon forgotten

strength has all but failed

for my encore traverse

the pinnacle breached

life’s fall rehearsed

***

final blueprints

plans fall into place others fail

on a pinnacle

 

Poet’s United prompt is Mountain.  My  cryptic symbols reflect life on the end of a Pinnacle.