Because we all want to write more poems.
CONTOURS
The bedrock tells the story
Not the soil and slope wash
And mute alluvium
That covers the deep, silent stone
Do you think the hills form themselves?
The valleys, the meadows
The contours of the land?
Do you think they sprang forth fully formed
As if Titans from the brow of Zeus?
It is the forces below that
Leave their mark on the soft skin above
The rolling hills and valleys
And expanses of land
The delicious curves and contours
Of Mother Earth
Are only a veil, a thin covering
Thrown across the angry visage
Of the immutable bedrock
Far below
- joshua mertz's Shared Poems
- Log in or register to post comments