Wednesday, August 13, 2008

to the naked eye


eye always want a beautiful

jewel..to wrap my words

around...a song..sight..or

sound...a round flat stone

from my favorite green river

smooth as glass...classy

because it talks

in hushed tones..about all

it's seen..lying close to the

shore..gurgling flow..it

knows what can't be said

words can be twisted

...........................erased

people disappear


not like a river

or the sea



© Odilia Galván Rodríguez, 2008

2 comments:

Ojibway Migisi Bineshii said...

Nice poem intertwining the Earth and disappearance of peoples/ways of life.

Odilia said...

thanx for stopping by and for your kind words.