Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Pleistocene Remnant

The color of my mind is silence. Wind
through hollow trees and over river beds
of sand and gravel. Seedless thistle heads
adorn the broken teeth that lately grinned
from bleaching skulls on tundra prairies. Dusk
turns air to lavender and earth to grey.
A gap in western clouds; a single ray,
a glimpse of red that glitters on my tusk.

The thunder of my hooves is silent. Sky
fills every crevice in my cranium.
I wait, immobile, for the rain to come
and pool like blueness in my empty eye,
my staring socket, hollow ivory bone
a frame for wooden shaft and fluted stone.

--inspired by Poefusion's title: Listening to the Color of My Mind
also for Cafe Writing

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Michelle Johnson said...

Tiel, you are incredibly talented. This is so beautiful. I feel as though you give yourself easily to writing and I've been lucky enough to stumble across its beauty. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.

Michelle Johnson said...

I meant night. See Ya~

Pam said...

I have often attempted to color my mind in silence so your first line really grabbed me. The loneliness and sense of abandonment is so strong in this poem. Seedless thistle, skulls, crevice, empty-- what wonderful words.

Fledgling Poet said...

This is so incredibly powerful and beautiful...I love it! Wow. So visual I can taste it, hear it, and feel it in every crevice. Thank you for sharing!

MissMeliss said...

I think this is my favorite of all the pieces you've shared with CW. It's just so powerful.

Anonymous said...

I have to agree with everyone. Such a short, yet powerful piece. You have such great word choices, especially the second stanza (my favorite). :)

Thanks for sharing!