Friday, November 19, 2010

across an eon


not unlike 
summer thunder, 
cascading noise 
swallows pebbles,
the strand 
cold-wet
under waves 
of my 
passion. 


along a 
lover's brink 
I stumble across 
an eon of 
silent 
stones. 
















Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker 

5 comments:

  1. Rick,

    Gods get deafened by their own thunder and disregard any normal clack.

    Trulyfool

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  2. a lovers brink...and eon of stones...hmm...intriguing...perhaps to be turned over and over one at a time...

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  3. "an eon of silent stones" ---love that, beautifully writ.

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