The Sailing Stones of Death Valley
Photo from whenonearth.com
mysterious motion
invisible forces
pedestrian stones
telltale trails marking
death valley sojourns
mythology courting
a barren lithology
hidden hands moving
metamorph chessmen
stealthy indifferent
progression across
a parched board
where nothing can live
but quaint questions
of wanderers wondering
why is low desert the
suitable place for
atonement where old salt
and alkali peel away
skin from the sins in
a game without rules
without tactics a chaos
of stumbling aimlessly
under a blazing hot
punishing ceiling of sun
imperceptible penitent
movements of sinners
confirmed by their
imprinted shadowless
tracks dragging pace
with the scored
playa racetracks of
slow sailing stones
Poesy plus Polemics 
Intriguing….. 🙄 Deftly…and beautifully captured! 🙂
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thanks kindly
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I think you are more of a lapidarist than a lithologist . . .
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polishing, polishing, always polishing
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This hints at henges… perhaps a dolmen in the deep,
a secret stone beneath the sea that somehow evades sleep.
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Am in awe at your amazing alliteration
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thanks kindly
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there’s a poem in that thought
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