Landscape holds dominion here;
rock and light; half-light,
cloud and shadow. Moving,
sweeping , ever-changing,
I came here broken;
heart grieving life losses
Time locked down, moved on
Had gone elsewhere. Here
I was still; silenced, petrified.
Rock, stone, light became as
near to enchantment as life.
The breath of the wind, and
flight of the mist kissed me,
mired in sadness, mourning for
what is not; fantasies
of a mortal mind.
All that has gone before;
here, remains. In heart of stone,
in the spirit of trees; blazoned
over sides of mountains,
gushing and rushing in waterfalls
fierce as thunder.
I am rock, and stone; grass ,water,
sand and mist. Timeless, changed.
Here, and here, alone.
All creative endeavour here is by me, please do not copy or use it without prior consent. Of course I mean the photos and the poem, not the landscape itself which is its own creation and spectacularly amazing.
And if Dr Quack is reading the photo below is for you; it proves the existence of giant mallards before they were all petrified – literally. this one is just keeping its head above water.
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I just read your comment about the English on So Hear Me so as a fellow Uker I thought I’d visit your blog 🙂 us Brits gotta stick together!
most assuredly!!! glad you dropped by!!
definitely!! glad you dropped by!!