I can see for miles
dust and salt and heat
pressed like time.
thinner
each day
my feet closer
strong at the edge line,
twisted, ancient trees.
Falling, the pebbles thirst
like hunting,
hills of sand
draw skeletons
in rain storms
and radio static pops
a lightning that freezes
the desert mesa—
rod and rail and salt.
I can see for miles
folded heat
waves, thick
red river blood.
Each day,
my feet closer
my eyes stretchier
out and out,
weak
blind love waving.
It beckons onwards, out
out from a silent
echoing planet
below,
salt and dust
and time—how it thins.
I could see for miles.
About the Creator
Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Comments (5)
Okay, that's good to know that you weren't exactly sure what this was about, because honestly, I have no idea😂 It reminds me of someone trudging in a desert, day after day, as the weather shifts around them. Also- how do you keep the spaces in your writing?! Mine always gets shoved into one big block and it's annoying!
Such vivid imagery, I loved this meandering free falling poem! There’s an urgency that I can’t quite put my finger on, like a mix of despondency, reservation, and resignation, where I feel I need to offer the speaker a hand, a lifeline. I loved the concept of thinning time 😍
✍️ Exquisite! I felt the aches and pains ... salt and sand ... and more. You are a major talent! 👏
Ach, your poetry makes me feel all kinds of things, including jealousy a little. lol. I love the "as usual" Mackenzie "let's be super vague" about interpretation and meaning. It left me pondering stuff and feeling stuff and I think, while it isn't a complete match, the art does go well. Feels the same spirit to the poem at least.
A/N: I like the cover image for this one, though it differs in imagery quite significantly from the poem itself. Something about it fits. And on that note, no, I'm not exactly sure what this piece is about. It's like a mental ekphrastic, or to be colloquial, I wrote it because, "vibes." Anyway. Thanks for reading!