Pike’s Peak poetry Looming on the horizon, amongst and apart of the clouds; immensity. Dwarfing all those around it, standing 14,110 feet above the world, yet diminished and obscured only by the slight twitch of my lounging foot, conquered by my nonchalance. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...