Description: the mystique of true, inspired artist..... they come in every age...
The Mystique: For A Poet Unknown... -------------------------------------------
The whole continuum of life
I see on rocks inscribed,
And someone did it
Thousands of years back.
A poet's throbbing being
On boulders lies revealed,
And the green turquoise river
Is the only one to read,
And this is not her business
To remember all the lines
This is the power of verse itself
That possesses the heart to depths...
Even time's inexorable march stops by
To glance at stones apotheosized
It spares the rocks from destruction
And for a long time it is due...
But who dare scath this Lord's hymn
That vibrates through the sinews of time.
You really got me whirring with inescapable thought thought while reading this piece. Your imagery, combined with your paying homage to timely words rarely seen was quite captivating for me. I must now read more of your submissions for they promise to deliver.
I used to travel terrains in New Mexico, Utah and Colorado where one could witness these painted-rock musings; some in Colorado even portrayed space-like ships and this piece brought me back to those travels.
I thought of this today, too, when I was writing/drawing in the sand and the river would lap upon the shore and once again there was a blank slate.
I really enjoyed this piece. Thank you for sharing
Cave paintings? I've had a little trouble deciding whether you're talking of something you have actually seen or something purely in your imagination. If it is the latter then it is an excellent creation.
I thoroughly enjoyed this. I too think that every age, every generation, every place and time has its poets. They take different forms but they all provide the same function, to track 'The whole continuum of life', step by step.