Monday, October 4, 2021

Stone Alive

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
Stone Alive
 
 
Deep 
in the night-colored morning,
far from your 
gravitational pull, your need, 
your wailing hustle that
flickers like sleet,
 
I dream
the lives of stone,
the green
absolute monotony
of warmth.
 
I drift
in the memory of
their breath,
alive among the 
sleeping.



October 2021




 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 posted for Quadrille #137
at dVerse Poets

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Stones, © Ivan Shishkin    Public Domain
Colonial Graveyard at Lexington, 1891 © Childe Hassam   Public Domain
 
 
 

14 comments:

  1. I love this... to me the focus on the warmth of stone reads like a memory of basking in sun. It is amazing how soft and warm a stone can be.

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  2. oh MY! Trifle, my aunt minnie. This is like a quick powerful punch and also a song of survival and, in its way, far more than just that. I love the "gravitational pull, the absolute monotony, and the killer ending. In short, I love this, Joy.

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  3. I love how warm you painted this, the sound of wailing hustle, and breath of sleeping.

    Great to see you!!!

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  4. Love love loving this, especially:
    "I dream
    the lives of stone,
    the green
    absolute monotony
    of warmth."

    Sigh. Me, too.

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  5. i love your colorful stones of life and dreams. Well done!

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  6. This almost has the feel of dissociation, where one escapes without notice, to that warm, quiet strength. Beautiful poem, Joy.

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  7. I dream the lives of stone - this reminds me of when I am in a cemetery reading the names and I wonder who they were and what their lives might have been like. Sometimes, I gravitate towards certain stones as if they are calling from the great beyond.

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  8. Such a beautiful and enchantingly crafted quadrille!

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  9. the green / absolute monotony / of warmth

    you're a magician - a witch, as it were - to turn a superlative into litotes. or, of course, a poet ~

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  10. Such beautiful imagery of those warm, breathing stones (and the longing to escape to them).

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  11. "the green
    absolute monotony
    of warmth."

    These lines (and that entire stanza, really) will be with me for a long time, HW. Well, well written!

    -David [ben Alexander]

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  12. I read this as a search for peace - the images and the graveyard, the heavy embrace of sleep. I love it.

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  13. Always the unexpected. That's what l luv about visiting your poetry

    Much💜love

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