In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

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Soldiers

ferry blood, nerves of steel
huddled boats of fear
pump blood, hearts of stone
into huddled boats of fear

The Stone Bridge

Over verdant land it flows

Lingering, malefic, is the mist

The hole

 

I found a pebble on the beach
With a hole all the way through
So I put it in my pocket
where it made a hole anew
And when I thought to look for it
a little later on
all I found was a new hole
and the pebble it had gone

Magnets and Stones

Would you take me
Back to my place
The age of stones

When stones rubbed
to give light

Held, No More

A stone, I thought you were
So I polished, with my heart
To see your edges shine
Till the beams I held
began to ache my love

Life’s Bellow

a baby cry in its naked truth
held bare by a discerning eye
as life in its soft meaning

Order And Randomness

 

 

 

 

a truth to chill
cold to the bone
on valleys of a hill
by rustling leaves, alone

tempered – haiku

the beautiful haiku sorrow just preceding made me think of this….