Transient Beauty

Daisies in a meadow's bend,
Water dripping from the pale rocks,
And the moonlight shining deeply beneath the hallowed earth.

Do you witness the sky’s transient beauty?
Do you see the world’s unholy inconsistency?
Or do you perhaps wander ever blinder into the abyss of rock and dirt.

Forgo the witnessed lands behind the gravel topped mountains,
The light ricocheting off the wind,
Bleeding beneath rocks laid for centuries.

You deserve the thing you wish you had,
A pebble besides the mountain face,
Gay in nature.

Smooth out the crevices of shallow graves,
Dig the word deeper,
And bury an image of the valley of your dreams.

The ocean’s tide does not wait for a mother to come home.


◄ The Final Witness

The Begging Tree ►


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John F Keane

Sun 3rd Sep 2017 16:48

I read the poem without checking the picture and thought 'Adrian Metcalf' to be a guy in his 40s or 50s, or even older...

Light ricocheting off the wind is a great line, invoking both beauty and danger.

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adrian metcalf

Sun 3rd Sep 2017 16:25

Thank you for your kind words, I'm very proud of it 😃

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