Diatribe

“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

Cairn 2

“Unfinished Rocks” by Karen Jacobs

 

stone upon stone

marks my presence

my promise to pass

what I’ve learned

of the land that its

posture embodies a

welcoming gesture

an offer to settle

one’s peace build a

home upon ground

virgin fertile receptive

to dignified seed firm

foundation for nutrient

footsteps down arable

furrows who give up

these stones to an

ethical plow one by one

over time of my journey

each facet each jag

a reflection my virtues

my vices my fortunes

and forfeits distinctly

positioned to stimulate

cool contemplation by

those who may follow

 

 

From my book Ephemera

Memory Stones

“Box of Rocks” by John N. Agnew

From her earthen womb
Gaia gave graciously
Unto my poor mortal hands
Geological viable ova
Older than Hesiod
Unseen by his all-seeing eyes
Unknown by his all-knowing mind
Escaping the narrative voice
Of Theogony

They nest where I placed them
A reverent clutch safely laid
In a gently scooped warm oaken bowl
Organically sculpted
By modern artisan fingers
Each egg of its own
Unique color and shape
Each plucked from the uterine ground
Wherever my family has dwelled

These precious plain stones
Became birth
Became life
Absorbed nectars of joy
And purulent sorrows
Imbued with the intimate
Floods of experience
Cherished as memories
Ready to touch

 

 

(originally posted April 2013)

Granite Stone

 

Photo from pinterest.com

 

 

igneous nugget
smoothed beneath glacial retreat
earthly talisman

suits my palm nicely
possessing prehistory
touching the cosmos

 

 

(originally posted April 2013)

Geode

Image from pinterest.com

(originally posted January 2014)

 

crystal existence
galaxies inside a stone
secretly waiting

Secrets of Stone

 

“Sea of Dreams” by Duncan George and Adrian Gray

 

search the stone

seek the soul

of the universe

feel the cool

silent wisdom

the knowledge

acquired from

aeons of witness

the birth pangs

attending the

every beginning

the traumas

ensuing the

every extinction

the stone

ever present

observer the

chronicler keeping

the stories and

stains of existence

the secrets of

cosmic creation

the seminal truths

urging mutable time

lodged inside its

hard heart where

they wait even now

as they’ve waited

so long for the

curious mind of the

first honest man

 

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“A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.” – Andy Goldsworthy

Knowledge

“Colourful Stones in Stream” – Photo by Nature’s Desktop

water remembers
every stone in the streambed
liquid histories
carried from mountain to sea
the pooled wisdom of ages

Stone Wall

“Rock Wall” by Jeffrey Smith

rural bastion
heavy with history
man marks his ground

If Only I Could

“The Big Boulder” by Wanda Mumm

like a stone
half as big
as a house
hate has mass
heavy held
in its place
weighting
body and soul
painful anchor
preventing
all progress
a life crushed
beneath its own
bitterness
never to feel
the sweet
freedom of
walking in
spry lightfoot
tolerance
finding new
joys of discovery
gleaning from
different opinions
and viewpoints
an ever more
complex complete
understanding
of man in
his teeming
diversity

Diatribe

“Underwater Stones” by Lorenzo – from Pinterest

 

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