Motion Of The Hills

Motion Of The Hills

A Poem by Patrick Davies
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Ever felt physically moved by the objects around you, the events you witness, and the crusty wet layers of the Earth?

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 I'm in a place where my white mind

Splits ocean from thin horizon,

Reavealing nothing, but the call

Of sea birds.

Disclosing how I should begin

In new words.

 

I'm at the point. I understand

Why generations kill heroes,

Distilling their great purity

Once so grand.

Denying being - in conflict -

Sparse, weak and...

 

I come to a turn in the road,

Where heat bends light, blurs sight, wilts - then...

Springing back, zesty and lime fresh -

So I dive...

Clinging oasis trees and pools -

South I drive.

 

I see now, bathed, gazing upward,

Why hills roll and we tumble down

Rippling rugs, urging us on -

On our way.

Building on - up, forward and fast -

The green day.

© 2009 Patrick Davies


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