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Petroglyph
by Leonard M HawkesMarch it was, before the green,
And the bivouac west of the mountain:
A rocky spur aside the flat
And a boundless southern sky.
Two we were, lone wandering,
Reading the lure of the land:
And kneeling mid boulders (yes,
I felt it too) seeking the Gods in Prayer.
It stole upon us silently,
In passion's youthful solitude:
An unsought vision, a spirit voice--
A glimmer of Red on the rock.
Dark ones, old ones, lost ones
Singing out still from the dust:
Whispering Past to the ear of the heart,
A wordless token of Innocents. 01/22/2005
Author's Note: Of Gary and the Painted Rock.
Posted on 01/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/23/05 at 01:34 AM Great poetic message here, Leonard. Hard to fathom what or where the ancients trod before us. It leaves me to wonder whether our mark upon the Internet will be seen some day by others outside our known universe as it were.
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| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/24/05 at 03:23 AM Reminds me of coming upon some while hiking in the Superstition Mtns. in Arizona. So much felt here with your vivid recount of your own trip. The spirits are still whispering through this. |
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