This stone sparkles

This stone soaks up starlight

Sparkles with silver frost

And feels almost beautiful

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And so, with a loving heart, I offer you

Namaste

I’ve heard many translations. Here’s my favorite:

The light of the universe that shines within me recognizes

the light of the universe that shines within you.

“The True Feminine”

I am in love with this poem. (I did not write it - link below)

 “The True Feminine”

I am not sugar and spice and everything nice.

I am art.

I am a story.

I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights
and normal nights.

I was baby. I am child. I will be mother.

I don’t mind being considered beautiful,
I do not allow that to be my definition.

I am a rich pie strong with knowledge.

I will not be eaten.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

http://www.scarymommy.com/third-grader-poem-feminism-twitter/?utm_source=FBIP

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And so, with a loving heart, I offer you

Namaste

I’ve heard many translations. Here’s my favorite:

The light of the universe that shines within me recognizes

the light of the universe that shines within you.

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Prompt: This Stone Longs to Speak

The words sit heavy on my tongue

How do you know 

stones have no tongue?

Have you looked inside?

You probably think 

I have no soul

No heart

No tears

No laughter

The words sit heavy on my tongue

I love you

You hurt me

I want to be with you

I want to be alone

I’m sorry

I wish

I could say the words

I wish you could hear them

The words sit heavy on my tongue

Right behind the teeth 

I don’t have

In the mouth 

you don’t notice

Wet with tears

I don’t cry

I want to dance

I want to fly

I want to feel your arms round me

I want to watch the stars cross the sky

Dogs in House	Houdini, Brindle
Time writing	20 minutes
July word count	9,667

Prompt: Falling Stones

All my poetry is written in stone

You walk through

a field of wildflowers

and pick this stone

turning it

round and round

the sun’s warmth

reflected

against your fingers

You walk along

the high cliff

Sea birds wheeling below

Their cries lost in the wind

Carrying this stone

Loose in your pocket

Close but not touching

Missing warm touch

Smooth curves

The unexpected catch

Of rough edges

The comfort

Fitting together

So naturally

You toss this stone

Up and down

And up

And down

Touching

But not close

Up and down

And down

This stone slips

Through your fingers

Falling

Falling

Dogs in house:	Houdini, Brindle
Music	John Legend, “All of You”
Time writing	15 minutes
July word count	4,143

Prompt: This Stone is Left Behind

Once again inspired by Los Dave’s Stone Dead Forever project.

 

I thought

I was steady

In your hands

But I slipped through

Your fingers

I fell

And fell

I thought you would pick me up

Take me with you

But you stepped away

And didn’t look back

I wait

And wait

And think maybe

Today you will return

Maybe tonight

Maybe

Tomorrow

 

Dogs in House	Houdini
Music	Psych musical

 

Prompt: This stone is learning the ways of man

Continuing the theme I discovered with Los Dave’s marvelous Stone Dead Forever project.

This stone learned the speech of man

Under Socrates' tongue

Tucked in the groove behind the teeth

To slow his speech, smooth the stutter

This stone learned the death of man

In Socrates' hand, rubbed slowly

As the hemlock worked its way

Through his body, numbing from the toes up

Until the fingers lost their grip

And the stone tumbled to the floor

This stone learned the love of man

From a simple servant

who cleaned the rooms

picked up the smoothed stone

tucked it in his pocket

and carried it home to his young wife

her belly round with their first child

This stone learned the joy of man

In children’s games

Learning math and strategy

Music and scientific experimentation

This stone learned the loss of man

Carelessly dropped

By the side of the road

Clipped by hooves

Covered in dung

Buried under mud

Caked in clay

Lying silent

Waiting

Waiting

This stone learned the care of man

Revealed by a slender pick and painter’s brush

Warmed in the sun

Bathed in cool water

Carefully labelled

Artifacts from Athenian Road

This stone learns the variety of man

From under a glass

As men, women, children of all ages, colors, faces

Peer down to study it, as it studies them…

Note:

Oh, rough, rough, rough! Poetry requires far more *crafting* than prose, I think. every word is so carefully chosen! I almost resist sharing this 1st draft, but in the spirit of the blog, here it is, lumpy warts and all!

Dogs in house	Houdini
Music	Spotify Jesse Cook “radio”
Time writing	~20 minutes
February word count	5,400