Poetics Tuesday, and Merril has challenged us to consider "passions stamped on lifeless things". Since the beginning of time, men have attempted to leave their stories for those yet to come, and many of those stories have remained undiscernible and objects of intense study. Submitted to dVerse, 12/8/21.
Beyond the dark of night and above the clouds, where brave men rode their man-made
steeds across the Milky Way to leave their footprints on our shining harvest moon,
lies a vast nothingness that has captured man's curiosity for eons upon eons. Ancient
hieroglyphs in distant caves speak of space beings and flying objects and a strange
menagerie called Nazca lines scripted in the sands of some distant land , discernible
only from high above, keep their purpose secret, ever eluding us.
In caves and buried cities, cliff dwellings and civilizations beneath our oceans,
vanished men have left messages in pictographs, mystic marks and hieryglyphs,
the penmanship of their time. There are those who spend their lives attempting to
decipher those stories yet to be revealed.
Likewise, we write the stories of our time for some distant progeny to
attempt to decipher.
So much to think about, Beverly. There are ancient stories that we may never decipher, and we leave our own for the future.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Beverly. Don't you wonder what people will think when they dig up our landfills in another thousand years!?
ReplyDeleteBeverly,
ReplyDeleteYou remind us that we're making history's artifacts today: it ought to make us pause as indeed this poem does, a beautiful meditation. Love the line where you call glyphs and other ancient markings "the penmanship of their time."
Pax,
Dora
I love the (pre)historical perspective here, Beverly. I'm fascinated by the Nazca lines: that ancient civilizations could envisage alien species tells us something about the endurance of imagination.
ReplyDeletelol we surely do ... will they ever decipher our scratchings!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagination here :)
I love those mystic marks. I wonder what future generations will think of us. The plastic era?
ReplyDeleteI do hope we leave behind worthy artefacts annd not piles of plastic or mountains of garbage! Love this, Bev.
ReplyDeleteNicely told. :-)
ReplyDeleteSo much to learn if we can decipher those writings... maybe we find that they are not all that different from us.
ReplyDeleteWonder what future generations will think of all our non-destroyable plastics artifacts. Intriguing poem, Bev!
ReplyDeleteBev— May the joy of the season fill your heart here at the closing if the year 2021, and may peace abide in 2022. This is a most difficult time for our planet earth, and a time of turmoil for its peoples. May 2022 begin the way back! ✌🏼❤️🌎
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