Burning Shale Photo by Douglas C. Pizac of AP
hollows haunt the deep shale
pools of dinosaur tears
remnant seas sad of time
burned and blackened but sweet
supple skeletons breathe
beneath civilizations
life beats in their promise
the future will come at a cost
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
Powerful images.
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glad they came across
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whimsical…
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thank you kindly
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Reblogged this on Shards Of DuBois and commented:
very cool!
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers, DuBois
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“pools of dinosaur tears
remnant seas sad of time”
great lines 🙂
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appreciate that, Melanie
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Interesting take on the subject of the fossil fuel we so depend on. Thanks for allowing me to see through new eyes. That is the highest function of poetry.
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greatly appreciate your thoughtful comment
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Well you’ve covered in just one poem the point ecologists would pen essays on!
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we impatient poets can get away with brevity
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Yes, powerful writing–and I hear a promise of hope.
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some days I hope better than others
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Same for me, we’re not expected to dance a jig everyday.
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Those words should be carved in rock for time ad infinitum, reblogged
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I appreciate that most sincerely
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Your most welcome!
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Reblogged this on Mick E Talbot Poems and commented:
These words should be carved in rock ad infinitum
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Beautiful and meaningful poetry, the last will stay with me forever, “The future will come at a cost!”, how true is that!
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Love this one Paul!
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many thanks
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