Stone foundation of the world
Stone builder of the home
Forever, formed, solid, and unmoving

Cold freezes and contracts
Sun heats and expands
Moving the stone
This way and that

An age passes
The day and night giving the stone
Breath and
Its lungs slow fracture the skin

Rain falls
Finding the flaw
Becoming the wedge that cracks
As cold night falls

Breathing deeper
The fracture grows
The surface chips
Washed by rain and battered by wind

The stone breaths
And sheds
Becoming ever smaller
Grains of sand

Just a short poem this week.  It’s an attempt at a four-dimensional poem, that is a poem that looks at an object as it is now and what it might become in the future.  Yeah, maybe I should move on to something else…

I am still working on editing my book – no, not done yet.  It’s a lot of work.  I do hope to have it done in a few days so I can start stressing over what to do with it next by the first of May.  This project continues to consume most of my writing time so I don’t have much for the blog today.  Check in on Wednesday when I’ll have a couple of woodwork project pictures for you.

Till next week,


About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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18 Responses to Stone

  1. Hi Andrew. lovely that’s how nature works. Thank you so much for liking my poem Certain! Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet

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  2. artseafartsea says:

    Loved the poem.


  3. This is beautiful and thought-provoking, Andrew. I really enjoyed it!


  4. Susan says:

    I liked it, too. You gave that stone life.


  5. dorannrule says:

    Yes, I could see that stone breathing and changing. 🙂


    • Andrew says:

      I once worked as a security guard in a 15 story building and at night you could hear the build creak and moan. My boss said one night, “it just the building breathing.” Been looking for a way to use that line.


  6. Great concept. I liked the journey, you described it well.


  7. Greg Merritt says:

    Very nice. Reminds me of Chinese story about a stone cutter who was unhappy with his lot in life and wanted to be something greater.



  8. kkessler833 says:

    I liked your poem!


  9. I get it….and like it. I have never heard of a four dimensional poem…it fit’s the definition…I wish I could get my brain working on those different levels.


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