There is rock on desert dune,
as painted sand to spin in crystal,
and sigh my spirit feather rising,
where dream is distant
forest drift
as capsuled driven tale
in fossiled bark and insect dwelling,
where wind meets face
to face impression
in pictographs of soul to heal.
This is stone to trace
as mirror to mind,
for I am older than imagined.
I am Nature's chosen finger
to write in line,
a circle rendered
in ring to tell of stranger calendar,
when skin swirls color
without direction
in earth enhancing every essence.
For we were slow to arrive
and quick to claim
our manifest to inherit,
and knowing so much
was done without us
is more than most would want to ponder.
I walk these hills
and bow to time in hand
holding limb and burl of sculpted branch,
as another ancient artifact,
when moon is close
to curve in phase;
this is soul to peek at heaven
in step with moment,
eroding evolution
in petrified deliverance.
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This is a pretty decent piece- not really my style, so that I could be wildly enthusiastic about it as I read, but decent nonetheless. So while descriptions such as
I walk these hills and bow to time in hand holding limb and burl of sculpted branch
Is good, the way the sentences are constructed is either deliberately trying to sound like a native American or accidentally coming across slightly as Yoda. However, the core of the piece is great and that is all that does matter and it connects to the reader…just.
David
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Nice poem that needs to be commented.
I hope that you have presented this poem in order to bring to limelight even petty things.
Keep it up dear
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This was damn beautiful! I really enjoyed where you took this, with all the human senses.
good luck in my contest
*Rianna
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man has been around but a breath on this planet, yet believes in domination and control...and that we have a right to do so. mankind is wrong. i love this, bowing to the greatness that lays beyond man, beyond the limitations imposed by the cities and focusing on the soul and all life inherent on this earth. really beautiful, and i hope i got the gist right.
sometimes i'm a little off base
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amazing!
I love this spiritual gathering of thoughts that describe you so well in these lines:
"This is stone to trace
as mirror to mind,
for I am older than imagined.
I am Nature's chosen finger
to write in line,
a circle rendered
in ring to tell of stranger calendar
when skin swirls color without direction
in earth enhancing every essence."
So perfect, my friend!
Lynda
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