Senses
by Caitlyn Byers
Dark rocks, carvings revealing
light beneath the dark.
The wind,
howling,
then whispering,
unable to make up its mind
as to how it would speak.
Rough rock,
warm sun.
The wind again.
First beating,
then caressing.
Rabbit brush, newly blossomed.
Windblown dirt, inhaled unknowing.
That is where one can feel
the oldness, the history,
the ancient of this place,
where long ago,
someone carved pictures
into stone, hoping
against hope they would last
through the ages.
5 comments:
Beautiful! I could totally picture the image the words painted in my mind. Well done!
I love when people post poetry during "30 Days." Especially when it's good, like this.
Absolutely lovely! Thanks for sharing!
Loved the imagery! I've been in caves like this, and you've chosen just the right words to capture it. I love poetry!
Thank you for your lovely comments! I'm glad you liked the poem!
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