{94}

What the Stones Say

Try to remember to praise the fal’n apart spaces.
The talus and scree that pebble
at your sneakered feet.
The wet-washed walls of water,
splashes of leaves, the lips sunned
and touching your own.

Remember to love the unseen.
The ghost mountains, the butter
glow of flowers to your skin,
the perfect man. Sometimes
things disappear and are still there.
Think about that a long time.
When you can stroke the invisible
streams of water, cloud vapors,
sweet scent of honey left on
stamens, you’ll know what it is
to be found.

Shush. Listen. Don’t be stupid.
Don’t be mean. Don’t be loud.
Isn’t it enough that you leave
tracks wherever you go?
The world will not forget you.
Not even, especially not even,
if you crouch quiet and still.
Frog, mouse, sister stone.

~

CHECKMARKS

Image of natural rock formation/moss growth. Also, of frog with mouse in its mouth.
Words written at coffee shop.
Time Taken 10 minutes.
Brain on what the stones say.

*note: All poems for the month of April are memoir poems in the form of lists.

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This entry was published on April 13, 2012 at 1:35 pm and is filed under April, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “{94}

  1. i liked how you construct the poem, i felt the touch of softness and angst.. nice work!

  2. this poem, like many of yours, seems to speak softly at first, then gets rough, hits me in the head, hurting and feeling good at the same time

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