Rocks and Light breed poetry in my bones.
Like a lovers gaze,
They hold secret messages
silent. whispers.
Chapters full of adventures, long roads traveled and yet to travel.
Water and blood like a horror
with deaths and rebirths
and. broken. compasses.
They do not sit alone.
These Rocks.
This light.
Huddled together and close to other elements
they embrace with
light kissing treetops
a. sacred. tribe.
I stare. I soak it all up.
I ask
many questions.
and. they. answer
(Enjoying other poets, I'm linking up here today).
We used to have a shelf in our back (mud) room just like this one filled with stones and shells we'd gather at the beach and, which over looked our trees in the back yard too.
ReplyDeleteLove the play with the rocks and light and all of the connections to nature. Many more adventures left and roads yet to travel. Happy travels.
well, that's very pretty. Rocks/stones certainly represent a great stability as well- nicely conveyed. k.
ReplyDeletei hope you took that photo because that spot is quite serene :) as are your words here.
ReplyDeleteI did. You make me blush :) Thank you.
Deleteohhhhh...how I love that picture and the way you brought the rocks to life, if rock and light can be best friends, I hope that the sun can shine forever and it will be a relationship that never ceases. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteNice picture...goes perfectly with your words ~ I specially like the opening lines, breeding poetry in your bones ~
ReplyDeleteRocks are my poetic friends. They call for words.
DeleteWe can feel the strength emanating from the rocks to complement the serenity of the garden outside. Great write Willow!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you
DeleteYes, yes, and yes!
ReplyDeleteOh Willow. How your words do my soul so much good.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to write.
And you should my friend. I have seen those words that lay within your heart. Write!
Deletethis is beautiful and ephemeral, and i could survive breathing ephemeral.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brianne, your words here in this comment are poetry.
Deletethe line that most captured my imagination?
ReplyDeleteand. broken. compasses.
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this is a story in and of itself.
You are very right. Maybe one day I will be brave enough to tell that story. Thank you for your comment.
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