Stones are family. They move in earth and water and are so strong
they cannot be beaten. Stones live within themselves without fear.
They change in winter through ice and in summer through sun.
Without regret they may turn to dust, eternal in changed forms.
They are distant from foolishness and do not hurt for scant reason.
On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand
and thus address you
On the last day let me be you
You are proved to be the better.
Life of stone is no more a secret after Leslie forwarded the poetic/ empathetic narration.
This is a very good poem, for it is definitely interesting seeing the perspective from a stone. You are a great writer, and your narration is perfect. You make the 'secret' come to life. Great narration; it is absolutely brilliant.
and yet some day even stone will be eroded away by the sea -____ I liked your poem
Very creative. As I read the part below: On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand and thus address you my mind wandered off in a different path. I thought: On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand and thus caress you with it. Sorry! Great poem!
Verily, a thoughtful poem, making the reader to think and read again and again I invite you to read my poems
A very good poem. I enjoyed reading this poem. It is very interesting. Thank you for sharing.
You are simply amazing, Leslie.... i liked it a lot..... And thank you for commenting upon mine..... I would like to have such criticizations from you in future as well.... :)
A very clever and creative write. Thought provoking and meaningful. Well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How wonderful to be able to see the world from the perspective of stones. In this context you may like to see my image of the world through the eyes of a BOTTLE; please see: I Am The Idea on my page.