Vermillion stone
The sinuousness of sand dunes
Wind abraded stone
The sun pinwheels
Cross the sky
One feels so all alone
Pictographs on canyon walls
Pottery shards and bone
Distant dancing dust devils
Muted howls and muttered moans
Ancient beds of dry lakes deep
Vermillion cliffs, wind honed
Canyon keeps, spirits sleep
In beds of petrified stone
Time locked tight in grains of sand
In manic tint and tone
Hourglass sifting centuries, and
Mesas flat, wind mown
One feels time locked
In vermillion rock
One feels the ageless sky
The stars, the wind
Without, within
Alone…as you and I
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This Rocks!
David,
This is one your finest and most eloquent poems, and really showcases your talent with words. The imagery is hypnotizing, and somehow deeply soothing. I read it numerous times with much pleasure. What I adore most about it is its timelessness while alluding to man's illusion of loneliness through the ages. Mesmerizing.
Kind regards,
Chris
Chris, If this is
David o Whalen one of my finest and most eloquent poems
then it would seem to be so...
for just you and me alone.
Poetry is my last retreat,
the only place I feel at home
for when I write, it just feels right
inside my world of words....alone
Thanks for your support Chris, appreciate it!
Poetry a Refuge
Hi David,
I have enjoyed many a poem
from you, your work is substantial,
Many of them feel like 'home',
But for me this one was special;
I admire your use of rhythm and rhyme,
And I like your subject matter,
Through this one blew the winds of time,
And my thoughts and worries all did scatter.
Warmest regards,
Chris