This forest of stone
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Rotting on the desert plain
Rain the destroyer
Tag: geology
Plateau
I dig down
Unpack another layer
I dig down
Unpack another layer
Unpack another layer
I dig down
Unpack another layer
Another
Another
Another
How many layers deep?
I see only the next
Unpack another
See another
Unpack
Another
Until I don’t want
To see anymore
Unpack anymore
Dig anymore
An Ancient Beach
I think of a beach
Half a billion years ago
Petrified in a moment of flux
Half a billion years ago
Petrified in a moment of flux
And the creatures
Which skittered there
Having barely left the sea
I think of a wave
And the littlest living things
Awash in the foaming ocean
Not so unlike
The littlest living things
Swishing over my feet in the surf
A Billion Years of History
Tempting it is
To call this landscape
Barren
To call this landscape
Barren
No life
No green
No creatures
Scurrying
(Or so it seems)
The Rockies
They rise
Like a Wall
The Rockies
Like a Wall
The Rockies
Towering
Above the land
Which for a thousand miles
Has known only sky
And a horizon
Beyond infinity
We enter here
By the millions
Entranced
No Stony End
Young conifer
Which set down roots
Some few years ago
But now exposed
By desert rains
And so it seems
To cling to Earth
While off beyond
The hoodoos laugh
At upstart pine
Which set down roots
Some few years ago
But now exposed
By desert rains
And so it seems
To cling to Earth
While off beyond
The hoodoos laugh
At upstart pine
You see
The mighty columns say
This once was plain
Withered away
Exposing us
The roots of Earth
Soon enough
More rain will come
Erode the land
You’re rooted on
Until you fall
Then come to rest
As dust beneath
Our hoodoo feet
Rugged ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #71
It was an old, bitter place
Grizzled and hard
Grizzled and hard
A land made
Of strife
And loss
And longing
Chipped rugged
With malice
And petulance
The sky
Whispered menace
And even a calm sea
Cut rough on the keel
Like sun-baked leather
Divine Sunset
I clamber up
The edge of the world
Turn to see the world below
Awash in the light of a failing sun
Fallen far below the dais
On which I stand
Like a god
Lord of all below me
Conqueror of the heavens
The edge of the world
Turn to see the world below
Awash in the light of a failing sun
Fallen far below the dais
On which I stand
Like a god
Lord of all below me
Conqueror of the heavens
A car parks beside mine
Released from its confines
A small boy, about five
Runs over to stand beside me
For a moment surveying our domain
Fairy Tale Lands
I live in a world
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Of fairy tale lands
I thought only possible
In the imaginations of
Novelists and filmmakers
Until I went exploring
Bright Angel
Down into the depths
Of this world
Of my spirit
Plunged the Bright Angel
Of this world
Of my spirit
Plunged the Bright Angel
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
