Stone foundation of the world
Stone builder of the home
Forever, formed, solid, and unmoving
Stone
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
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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,
Andrew
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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Loved the poem.
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Thanks.
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This is beautiful and thought-provoking, Andrew. I really enjoyed it!
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Thanks for your kind words. This poem is part of a larger group of poems bouncing around my brain.
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I liked it, too. You gave that stone life.
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I’ll have to think about what stones think about…
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Yes, I could see that stone breathing and changing. 🙂
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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.
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Great concept. I liked the journey, you described it well.
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Thanks – it’s something I am still refining, but I think I’ve finally got it moving the right way.
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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.
http://home.comcast.net/~jptillman/stonecutter.html
Greg
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Thanks for sharing that one. I like it.
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I liked your poem!
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Thanks!
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Sorry to be so slow! You are welcome!
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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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I’ve never heard of one either, but it’s how I like to view the world: as it was, as it is, and as it will be.
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