A declaration of love etches
itself deep into a bed of soft sandstone.
The kind that's hastily scratched on
with nothing more than a stone
found on the nearby ground.
The letters are shaky, imperfect
but the heart that binds them is true.
Some initials are old, some much younger
yet all possess the flair of emotion that their carvers had.
Inevitably, they will be washed away
by wind or by water, nothing lasts,
not even the wall which they are etched onto
but in the moment, there was love.
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sandstone g r a v e
markers eclipsed ~
by contorted
b e e c h
Sandstone, rough, gritty.
Shale. Cool, layered, shelved.
Beryl. Ugly but if you can keep it for a million years
You will have emerald and aquamarine from beryl.
I am staring at my piece now, watching it not change.
Amazing views of undulating colorful sandstone hill
on the slopes of Coyote Buttes of United States' Arizona
Nature's artist uses soft smooth painting quill
gifted by the Supreme God on earth's plates a vivid corona
Date: 14th July 2016
Contest Sponsored by: Broken Wings
in One Stanza - One Only - Poetry Contest
Yosemite’s marvels
glaciers from the last Ice Age
sculpted Half Dome and El Capitan
alas, though I worship the almighty Hand,
I am but sand
compressed by elements
solidified by desert sun
pounded by wind
made porous by rain
withstanding, I remain
sandstone
vessel capturing microscopic organisms
purifier for aquifers
tan, brown and red
camouflaged in Zion Park
filter for nature’s emotions
heat’s scourge grows
water’s passion flows
sandstorm wind blows
yet I am not enraged
only engraved
uninfected, merely reflective
poetic words pouring from my cracks
aged by time
refined by nature’s whims
from dust I came
and dusty fate awaits
aging poet
weathered sandstone
days long forgotten
running through the cool shallows…
sandstone memories