We married terrain.
A stone, a cliff
A mound of dirt
Adrift as dust
In drought the Earth is slain.
You can't isolate a fossil
Without a drift,
Around the skirts
Clear away the tarnished rust...
Time does swiftly kill.
Erosion pulls loose
The sands do sift
The quivering earths
No such thing as trust
Weight tightens the noose...
Call on the Flocks
Their wings; settled dust does lift
Seas of twisting birds
All of us must
Uncover the rocks.
MUSINGS #10: History and conspiracies, lies and facts. So many things we are blindly believing, and so much we do not really know for sure. Keep a wary eye for those who entice you to turn your own head to look a different direction. What you see or know is not always real...
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.
