“Underwater River Rocks” by Dixie Distefano
brooding stones suffer anger
ignored by the sun beneath waters
too rushed to give them a care
left to wallow in mud of neglect
all their prettiness lost to admiring
eyes of the world noticed only by
coldblooded philistine fish with
their miniscule brain-hearts too
full of themselves nothing left
but to wait for the next glacier
era to scrape them from dull
deep obscurity raising them back
to their freed rightful place among
nature’s own objets de vertu
derisively flaunting their sheer
indestructible lifeless antiquity
mocking pathetic mortality
walking the crests of creation
From my book Bohemian Scents
Poesy plus Polemics 
Nice. Getting to the heart of stone self.
Right away reminded me of this:
“It’s quite scary, the stone self, because it’s so kind of stolid and…almost dead but it just…it’s that part of you that is really just kind of aware of light passing but doesn’t have a sort of emotional response to the world, I suppose. I’m really interested in the mineral self. I’m very interested in the water self and what that far away down part of you is that can look at water. One is used to people identifying with animals, quite used to them identifying with plants but I think when you can get down to that kind of even-beneath-the-reptile self—that mineral self—that really interests me.”
–Alice Oswald
http://www.cbc.ca/news/alice-oswald-podcast-1.3776252
Well worth a listen. She is incredible.
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much appreciated
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Love this Paul. There are always some lines in your poetry that strike me. Today it is this:
eyes of the world noticed only by
coldblooded philistine fish with
their miniscule brain-hearts too
full of themselves nothing left
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glad you enjoyed it, penny
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Your poem shows amazing empathy for the rocks you staunchly defend.
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gotta love something that seems to have been around forever
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