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The Eclectic Pen - Eulogy for the Hills

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 5/10/2008
Last Updated: 11/17/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 122

  The laboratory opens at dawn to collect
the bones
Warm grasses peer between
tender deposits of calcium and coal
bowing to their breakfast.
Hard-shelled beetles labor to restore the fine lines
between planes,
between shade and shadow
pit and fruit
paint affectionate pictures in the silt
the colors of instinct.
Certain things remain,
even after the tools have torn through earth,
scarred its cheeks and dented its head
Where memory is buried,
patient flowers grow, pull their necks through the membrane of seed
and steppe,
roots retain their softness,
their vivid burnt-red hue
refulgent in the darkness of the soil.
Stars arrive
their dust jackets loose,
curved over ancient shoulders
brilliant collarbone and back,
like a casual gown of skin
and moss
Eager to recite a paean
to tree, to stone
to bird and bone,
at rest beneath the sky -
buoyant in the earth�s imagination.

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Marta J. (booksnob) - 5/11/2008 7:02 PM ET
Another wonderful poem. Your command of language is formidable!
Elektra A. (poetryindespair) - 5/28/2008 4:58 AM ET
Clevery title, its what drew me to this poem. There is so much imagery in this. Awesome:)
Jesse (EddyKrueger) - 7/7/2009 12:07 AM ET
"Stars arrive their dust jackets loose, curved over ancient shoulders" I wasn't expecting to read something like this on here. This isn't some cliche-ridden, generic poetry. There seems to be real emotions at work here. Kudos to Eve L.
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