Mountain Views

Meghan and I left Brooklyn for a week and went to Turret, Colorado.

We stayed in a lodge on the property of the The Vivandiere Mines. A mine that thrived during the 1800's and became a community to over 600 people. It has since become a ghost town, after the miners hopes of striking it rich were never fulfilled. 

Turret is now home to a population of around 6 people. Who drive the treacherous dirt road up the mountain for more than 2 miles to get home. 

We wrote poems while on the trip that summed up our experiences. The goal was to include things that we heard said in conversation that week:

Mountain silhouettes mirror city skylines in the sunset
and I still miss what I left behind.
Love so strong not even Turret's peaks could top it,
all I hear is silence where your laughter should belong.
Nature's castle sits me on my throne with no King;
Cold toes - sliding rocks.
Woke up in a coal miners cabin with worries over my dreams.
I saw my enemy defeat me; take my most precious gem.
These structures have withstood the test of time
and I, just a moment.
You can fight fire with fire 'cause you can't burn what's already dead. 
–Mega

The souls of those
who hoped
in fools gold
groan
beneath the
floor boards

Entitlement is to live without gratitude.
how many bodies do you
have to eat
before you realize
love is the only thing you
can still feel.  

Attraction is Reality
hearts pulled and pushed
like gravity
thoughts like magnets
that pull the buried to the surface
from the deep  

“all that glitters aint gold”
a lesson
you learn
or repeat.