Poetry and Pictures : My Son and I

Tumbling, shale over flint,
Granite for a bed,

Set over an orbiting furnace
Stone ledges leapt into the skies,

Soaring o’er the ages,
As nothing else can fly through time,

So slow and sure,
That nought deflects their course,

Excepting just the very wind and rain,
Whose constant tribulations will make vain,

The highest climbing mountain peaks of earth,
They casually erode these errant bluffs,

Deferring stone to dust and girth for dearth,
Tumbling ever more into a plain,

That which has risen,
And may yet rise again.

 

Comments

[Rane]

As always photos and words
flow so smoothly together.
Beautiful both.
Thank you Margie,
Rane
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[mayaluna]

The two of you work so well together!

[Patricia]

The geological scale of the poem, along with the specificity of the rock and fossil pictures, is just, well, uplifting! :)

[melissa]

ahh, beautiful!!

[De'Anna]

Very nice :)

[joanie]

Might be my favourite of your son's poems yet and the images are so perfect! What amazing landscape, inspired.

[Sonia]

I hope that one day, my own family will be 1% as artistic as yours is.
You both are stunning. His words, your photos. Symbiosis. oxox

[Sarah]

Gorgeous. Words and images so perfectly matched.