Fossilizing silence

Next time you have a bone to pick in your brain, know that your words were birthed from tales of a wild reptilian world, when cold-blooded giants roared, biting their tongues…

The ancient eavesdropper

Fossilizing silence

Poetry dusts off the rust from eons spent fossilizing silence.

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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1 Response to Fossilizing silence

  1. Alison Jobling says:

    Marvellous words, and thoughts to ponder (sadly, no pondering for me, as I’m at work right now).

    Apropos of your concrete poetry, have you read Margaret Atwood’s “The Year Of The Flood”? One of her characters is an artist working in a similar vein. And Atwood herself is a poet – sometimes just reading her novels I lose the train of the exposition because I’m intoxicated by the beauty of her language. 🙂

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