Wednesday, January 11, 2012

19 - eye



rising
orange sun

the eye
a pre-history
a pre-hieroglyph

a cycle of days and nights
primordial ocean
ancient mud

a dark and heavy thing rises
sinks claw and beak
into lesser flesh

between grasping jaws
a record
that which is not swallowed
becomes fossil
and the eye
pre-dates
and continues.



(I realized this one has similar language to last week's poem for Audrey, the awesome RES, and I'll chock that up to the fact that one of my favorite things about turtles is their timelessness, the fact that they predate so many other creatures, including man himself. That timeless nature is particularly evident, I feel, in their eyes, which, regardless of how cute we may find some modern-day turtles, have never lost that old reptilian look that so sets them apart.

No idea where the image came from, and TinEye had nothing on it.)

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