Ayers Rock
Uluru stood, stretched,
& embraced the fading sun.
Rocky warmth burns through the spectrum
of oranges, reds, violets and blues;
sandstone stiff with the burden
of ten thousand years of Dreamtime.
By the feet of the monolith
little colorless tourists scatter,
fleeing the weight of geologic
time.
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Never fails to fascinate me how much you make me learn with your pieces.
Love that last line
Love the exploration of the passage of time from the perspective of something that will almost certainly never move. I enjoyed that a lot.
I especially like the use of “Rocky,” “stiff,” and “scatter”
I love that you honor the aboriginal name, Uluru, and love that last line.
The “little colorless tourists” shows the insignificance next to the ancient. Good read, B!
This poem almost made me forget the most famous line in “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.” 😉
That took some doing.
the “weight of geologic time” is some great wordplay
When Steve Cope was mentoring me (bless him) many years ago, he told me the best poems have a surprise at the end. I love this ending. I mean, the whole poem is great, the visuals, weaving in geology, but that ending. Yes! Thank you so much for sharing this poem!