Stone So Quiet
The confinement nothing wishes to escape
such might be the life
inside a stone
For where can ancestral honesty
be better gleaned
than from ocean's silt
and glacial drift
this mix of evolution's
fire and plant
flesh and bone
this alchemy
once magic
now the stone
becomes
Polished over time
it rolls
abuts winds
sinks slowly
from sea upon sea
carrying further
this history of life's time
tumbled from nature's infant hand
to yet the next
ebb and tide
shore to shore
How intimate it must be
these inner walls of the stone
where once cold of ice
relinquished its drifting sand
across maplandia's anvil
lending sparks of light within
carving hieroglyphs of personal history
traveling solo
traveling lonely
traveling as whisper
this stone so quiet
Ron
stimulating & well written ...
would and do overlook; it is one of the jobs
of the poet to explore where words are not only used
but where they aren't used, where there's an alternative way
of sharing without words;
the observation/speculation in the opening three lines
is perfect
i love this, Odin
john
I like this one too, just image the events these stones have outlasted.
Budd