Secrets of Bedrock

Striated solid bulk emiting power,
your dark streaks
dominate in bedrock stations
along the beach.
Slated layers
tower into immovable shapes,
which lately
washed, now glisten.
Time-sliced and exposed,
your laminate shelves have braced
against all
raw sea moods.
Slivered now, in complexed knowing
you bed deeper
thus appearing extra tall.
Tho walls may vibrate your face
stays, sagely
evoking stone-solid form, ever ageless.

Philip
Loving your Bedrock...Solid stuff... Sound Poetry...Well written again you are a clever Muse !

heterodynemind
Wow what intriguing words you've erected here. Seems to have come from the deepest level inside yourself. This is your own special style which you have perfected, lovely to see you glorying in it, filled with all its vibrancy.