Painted Silence
Surrounded by hills of painted sand
Whispering of a past long gone
Listening for wild calls of a forest primeval
Drowned beneath the roasting sun.
Walking a trail winding down
Into the erased past beneath
The hills of vivid color so silent
Swallowing every breath of air.
Above on the canyon rim
A reality turned unreal
Descending step by step into silence
Listening for whispers not there.
Surrounded by sands of a time long gone
Transfigured matter which speaks
In whispers not audible
Entombed in colored sands.
J. Binford-Bell
October 2011
Last line is best :)
ReplyDeleteThe colours are so beautiful on this blog, and I also enjoyed this poem.
ReplyDelete"Surrounded by hills of painted sand, Whispering of a past long gone"
very well done!
'whispering of a past long gone'....well done. Enjoyed your poem very much.
ReplyDeleteWilliam
Awesome post, Jacqui! Love the poem and picture. One of my most favorite places!
ReplyDeleteyou blew me away with this,
ReplyDeleteelegant poetry.
perfectly compOSED PIECE,
ReplyDeletelove the ending line, well done.
i love hiking in this kind of terrain. i can see why you would write a poem about it.
ReplyDeleteVery Nice!
ReplyDeleteZQ
Picturesque descriptions with a lot of emotions. Awesome!!
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I really enjoyed the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteStellar.and may i so add, fantastic Art Work. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem and great pic :)
What a picturesque poem! I think my favourite lines are:
ReplyDeleteWalking a trail winding down
Into the erased past beneath
So wonderful! Thank you for sharing :)
Awesome!
ReplyDeleteThis is brilliant... Your words (and the photo) started several poems in my mind as I was reading them. Inspirational! As always!
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