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’s  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.