set in stone
everywhere i go i pick up rocks
fist sized and pocket pretty
glitter bombed and sand scoured
mud coated and water polished
if you come to my house
you’ll find one in every corner
scattered on shelves
ringing the chimney
posing as tchocke and
serving as doorstop
lift the one at your feet and
you’ll feel the mountains
touch the three to your right
and you’ll wear the forest
graze the one on that shelf
and hear whispers of german
all the best ones are hidden
in places i’ve forgotten
the chunk of white granite
i found when i walked out
a dog-bone shaped fossil
holding place for a friend
the almost heart i dug up
from my always garden
hard bits of ancient life
compressed into monument
words and footprint
howls and monsoon
captured in cages
beyond the season
of deciduous silence
and decay
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 8th, 2014 at 8:47 am
magical words
April 8th, 2014 at 1:01 pm
I pick up things from nature, too. Right now, two women friends are visiting me here in southern NV and they are gathering small pine cones. They both write poetry and are talking … you have inspired them to write about those cones!
April 8th, 2014 at 1:34 pm
Love . . . I have a bowl of stones and crystals and I love routing through them and holding them, their memories and magic.
April 8th, 2014 at 2:56 pm
hmm…of deciduous silence
and decay…I love to collect rocks too…they hold stories if we just listen 🙂
April 9th, 2014 at 2:25 am
inspiring word combinations. Too many to single out.
April 12th, 2014 at 10:04 pm
Oh my. We were in the same zone. I love your stone poem
http://debsfewwords.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/the-adder-stone/