RidgesA Poem by SaimaSI am curious about the rise and fall of ridges. How deep, how high are their troughs and crests? I wonder what you see. I see bridges. Bridge between skin glass subject. I see barriers but I don't see what you see. I don't see the light like you do only what is lighted by it and darkened because light creates shadow. The shade is a barricade between points of view. I don't feel, I see that the hues are flat where there are no curves But the light softens these surfaces. You feel light. I see it in the way sunlight dances Round the hairs on your skin. You are sculpted, carved like the canyon. I wonder what rivers have eroded you And what light enlightens those chasms. Do you feel as I see it? You are sliver lined. © 2018 SaimaS |
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Added on May 23, 2018 Last Updated on May 23, 2018 |