Longs Peak

Longs Peak

We are already 11 days into 2015. Can you believe it? So far so good. It’s been a whirlwind, but I feel the promise of the new year. How about you friends?

In an effort to stay true to my One Word for 2015 I feel like I need to share something with you. You’ve caught glimpses of it here on my blog before, but I feel like I need to let everyone in on a little secret. Here goes: <DEEP BREATH>

Hi, I’m Julie Abel and I write poetry.

My favorite things to write about are the places that I have called home. Mainly Colorado and West Virginia. Places I’ve gone to deep in the wilderness and landscapes I’ve had the privilege to experience. I realize that Place for thousands of years have been an inspiration to writers and poets, and so it should be no surprise, at least to me, that place takes up the bulk of the poems I write.

But I’m always surprised by what comes out when I write a line or two. Each one is a little piece of myself that tumbles out like a song. You see, it’s not exactly what I really want to be writing. I really want to write a novel. I’ve shared here before that there are stories in my brain that I’ve outlined and started and stopped a thousand times, but they never seem to form.

What does form is the verse.

Why do I share this? I share this because I think there are a number of closet poets out there. I share it because I am learning to love the words that do come, even if they aren’t in the form I’d like them to take.

I also share this because I’m tired of hiding the poems in my pocket. It’s exhausting.

Here is my primitive process. When I write the poem, and I’m a giddy child in the process. But then it’s followed by a period where I sit second guessing the creation by critically dissecting the words.

I need to just let my poems be.

And so, here in this space I am letting it just be with friends. I hope it’s inspiring to you to write, paint, or do whatever it is that you need to do today to your creative heart.

This poem is one I wrote about Long’s Peak several years ago. Sitting in my living room in Colorado Springs, I had a beautiful view of the Front Range. But my mind was fixed on Longs. My favorite. Now I live in it’s shadow in Estes Park. Every single day I try to catch a glimpse of his magnificence. Some days he is hidden. But most day’s the view is satisfying. So here goes.

Longs Peak, Rocky Mountain National Park


A granite Colossus rises from the north.

Grande and sleek he beckons.

All others cower in his shadow.

Rugged and cold he chides.

Never giving up the mammoth stands.

Gray and daunting he sneers.

Wind beats against his chiseled frame.

Hard and gracious he towers.

Protector of the valley is this God.

Strong and resolute he guards.


OK friend it’s your turn. What do you love to do? What inspires your creative heart? Don’t leave me out here all alone exposed. What is your creative expression even if it’s just for you?

By sharing you will inspire others.




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