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:
Nice poem intertwining the Earth and disappearance of peoples/ways of life.
thanx for stopping by and for your kind words.
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