Another poem I developed from one of my previous scribbles

Elephant

In a world of watery hues,

of greens and blues,

her vision is binocular.

She stares at the moon,

oblivious to the stars,

her worn ears,

torn ears,

flare,

moth-eaten flags.

She sways to a silent rhythm

through over-

hanging leaves,

her periscopic trunk

r e a c h i n g,

feeling.

Her chest rumbles,

the vibrations

of her heart and lungs

ripple like waves

across her skin,

map of her life,

etched with grey wrinkles,

rubs and stains.

Her floundering feet,

prints in the dust,

track memories

as old as her tusks.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Elephant and leaves

Image found on ifoundafrica.com

17 thoughts on “Another poem I developed from one of my previous scribbles”

  6. I have an affinity for elephants and I so enjoyed your description of her rumbling chest, flapping “flags” and periscopic trunk. They are amazingly sensitive and intelligent animals. This made me happy. :~)

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  8. Elephant trunks
    reach up as branch
    oF trees.. color and
    texture of bark..
    as pARt
    of Nature
    free.. oh
    veins the
    rivers.. travel
    life giving blood
    and water wE..
    to separate
    iS sad
    to Unify
    branches of
    All of uS
    one Tree
    of Elephant
    Trunks togetHeR
    Wild and free
    alive again..:)

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