They were found in the silence of mortuary tombs...
Monoliths Conical Pillars
Melantic stones gracing reflections sault rapids
hide caverns dripping with archaic essence.
It is private in this tunneling darkness roaring
where pools of water caress the cryptic stones.
The coldness dampens inside the shelter’s mist
where Gods of centuries old know secret worship.
They were found in the silence of mortuary tombs
kneeling in their everlasting servitudes for all eternity.
Resting with harrowing eyes to their fractured skulls
their stalactite temples remain with pure waters seeping with stillness.
Hailing beneath their unending memories within gemstones secrecy
monoliths conical pillars remain echoing evermore
inside the bludgeoned depths of garnet peering hues
as stone miners are still searching for the rarity concealed…
Tide and verbiage lap and ebb with the message of primitive forces as they are observed by ancient gods and etched in stone for eternal sharing. Vickie, impact and consequences change with each successive wave of essence marking the monoliths throughout time. Your rendering beckons with a call from ancient ones entombed, awaiting their opportunity to inform us of the raw values. May you know this day joy, love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Not only do you have a uniquely rich grasp of the significance of the past and indeed of the linked present, Vickie, but you have, too, the skills and insight and passion to transmit your gifts. This is a thoroughly satisfying work.
John
Reviewed by David cox (Reader)
Reviewed on July 12, 2010
uch beautiful words and what a fantastic picture is that in niagra.
i bet you had a great time, wih so much natural beauty surrounding you, it must have impossible not to.
All is treasured different at different times, as the waves of time spills over it, I treasure your gift, you share with such evocation.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
As with all your work Vic this poem, is a truly timeless treasure that allows the read to glimpse briefly into the world of past, present and future as you percieve it in your own specific and beautiful way.
fee
Very evocative poetry, capturing so many images ~
So, the foaming essence has sired many poets, a line of unpolished gems and all the poets and artists need do is attempt to polish to radiance then, what has been left as so many treasures are left by antiquity?
Am I going for a nice swim here?
Blessings,
Christine
For those who fully understand a spiritual representation of this poetess's work, this piece validates earth's antiquity of those who went before us. The mind's eye is at work here through the viewfinder. The foaming essence rewards us with monoliths and pillars valuable to us as poets reminding us of those scribes in previous centuries who sat in their temples of worship and solitude...
HERE AGAIN, POETESS, HIS MARVELOUSLY CREATED NATURE, PROMPS YOU TO PEN POETICAL ARTISTRY. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE AND BLESSINGS,
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John
i bet you had a great time, wih so much natural beauty surrounding you, it must have impossible not to.
dave
Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Your Newfie Friend, Rose
fee
So, the foaming essence has sired many poets, a line of unpolished gems and all the poets and artists need do is attempt to polish to radiance then, what has been left as so many treasures are left by antiquity?
Am I going for a nice swim here?
Blessings,
Christine
xo Regis
♥
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS