Hey friends....yep, you guessed it, another poem ....................sorry,just in that mood lately,lol ' STONES OF THE FUNERAL FIRE ' I don’t think we need graves but we do need stones: because ashes though poetically beautiful don’t offer the living much encouragement: carried away by the merest breeze their delicate gray dissolves… into what…? Old memories? Instead, please: a stone— the stone says: I can bear every quake, every storm— even the relentless dripping of cold ground seepage; the stone says: build on me: you will even without knowing I am there even the smallest ones are of grand use: you can’t pretend a stone isn’t something— throw it down to the bottom of the ocean and it will sit and wait for the slow uplifting drift of the current. Yes, a stone may be broken to bits but not without a hammer—! After we’ve moved on our stones planted in the ground say No we’re still around— the stone says: I was hidden in that woman in that man in that child— now, finally, in death you can witness me here… can you feel the life of this stone? SMOKEY 8/17/2013
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 06:38:03 +0000
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