Wet Stones
Wet stones
humid pieces of time
piled up like fossilized bones.
covered in a carpet of lime.
Water has carried away
the sediments of ancient stories
and has smoothed the memories
of a story written in clay.
The heavy rains of fall
brushed unmercifully
this bluish stoned wall
but they remained steadily.
Harsh and cold winter waters
caress the green moss surface
soft velvet the rock cover
that centuries shaped amorphous.
Spring crowned with flowers
the frilly ferns around your base
a school of fish swirl and meanders
in and out the rocky maze.
Summer sun shines scattered
drawing patterns on rocky mound
big rocks, small rocks shattered
whispering river, flute like sound.
Maybe once a fairy hovered
or a princes sat above
with a bunch of pretty flowers
He loves me... He doesn't ... love.
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Carmina A Book of Poems
PoetryCarmina (Hebrew) means garden or orchard. In Latin it means song or poem. This is a collection of Poems of love, life and nature.
