05-25-2010, 05:52 AM
There’s a green lush knoll
that’s filled with wildflowers
the fragrance overpowering
with the sweetness, the flora,
and the smells of the sea -
for nearby are the coastal cliffs.
There sits the monolith
the black onyx stone
that speaks no words
but has said more
than the time it has
withstood - alone.
Travelers come to
gaze at the great rock
pagans come to say
their rituals
while shepherd dogs
just pee on it.
Some say it’s a door
to the underworld
or an ‘in-between’ place
some say it was put
their by gods or
a strange alien race.
But there is a little
flower that knows
from whence it came
she was the Queen of
the knoll and beauty waiting
then she saw what’s in
man’s heart and the Lie
fell great from the sky
and it was the black monolith.
Her trembling heart
shook but firm she held
and by the monolith
she was felled
you’ll see her there
to this day under him
she was a wildflower
now she’s the
crushed dandelion
neath the corner
of the black stone
her face wilted
the tear forever froze.
Just like the stone
that lives eternally
she is the weed
that supernaturally
will never die
people see her there
and wonder why.
©1/8/09
that’s filled with wildflowers
the fragrance overpowering
with the sweetness, the flora,
and the smells of the sea -
for nearby are the coastal cliffs.
There sits the monolith
the black onyx stone
that speaks no words
but has said more
than the time it has
withstood - alone.
Travelers come to
gaze at the great rock
pagans come to say
their rituals
while shepherd dogs
just pee on it.
Some say it’s a door
to the underworld
or an ‘in-between’ place
some say it was put
their by gods or
a strange alien race.
But there is a little
flower that knows
from whence it came
she was the Queen of
the knoll and beauty waiting
then she saw what’s in
man’s heart and the Lie
fell great from the sky
and it was the black monolith.
Her trembling heart
shook but firm she held
and by the monolith
she was felled
you’ll see her there
to this day under him
she was a wildflower
now she’s the
crushed dandelion
neath the corner
of the black stone
her face wilted
the tear forever froze.
Just like the stone
that lives eternally
she is the weed
that supernaturally
will never die
people see her there
and wonder why.
©1/8/09