Maud Monday #31 / Maud Poetry #4

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What a beautiful landscape.

Sorry for missing last week's Maud Monday, but I suppose it's okay because I hATE THE NUMBER FOURTEE—

So for today's Maud Monday, let's do some poetry. I'll make it up to you all with three poems, yeah?

Cliff-side

Jutting out like open cups in hands,
the cliff-side towers over
soaking in the water and the sky.
Layers piled by time and age
upwards from firsts to nows—
sediments one-thousand feet high.

Eroded by time and water,
the wall of rock stands tall and firm,
watching over the earth.
It stands as a monument
to the world's time and place
lacking only in great dearth.

Pebble Mountain

It's small at once.
It's grey in color.
Its relatives pile up.

They create shores and riverbeds,
fountain and ocean floors.
Minute formations, massive collections
to withstand evermore.

The pieces of solid Earth
come to lay out
good of the earth.

Islands would tremble,
there would be nothing to skip
on water, and what else can
uphold the great lip?

A pebble is a mountain
for the reason that
a child is a future.

Solids

There is a case for the minerals
of the deep and the shallow.
There is a pillar
for every scratch.
Neanderthals would sooner be bones without stone,
Rome would have been dust without its iron,
most luxuries no marvel without gold, gems, or marble,
and screens core-less without a core of silicon.
Resources beneath, faded or gleaming,
our needs need the rocks of the ground high and low,
our lives nothing without that which the Earth churns,
so make more than well with each and every batch.

Well that took me 3 hours I could've been in bed getting more rest but bah, it's fine. Hope you liked the poems!