Tag: ruins
The beauty of Mesa Verde
It is easy enough to forget
What we are capable of
Without all the machines
And technologies of the massive
What we are capable of
Without all the machines
And technologies of the massive
Such exquisite beauty
Until the rain did fail
Thus they shone
Close to bone
A feat not
Taken lightly
Until
The rain
Did fail
Mysteries Locked Inside
Three doorways nestled
Among the flame trees
Ornate, proud and beckoning
Mysteries locked inside
My Muses: Ruins
What I love about ruins most is the gestures of grandeur or utility they once were, the stories of their use, of their place in a time and society which no longer exists. I love them for the markers of history they are, here, now — in the present — how they act as transporters to another time, another place.
Nature reclaims what’s hers
While we relax
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers
Or are distracted
Nature reclaims
What’s hers
Thus are we rendered
Ephemera