stillness of stones

Written for:  The Twiglets #63 – “stone-still”

in the stillness
stones placed
on a grave


Takes a whirling wind
to move a stone
from stillness


standing stone-still
hoping she will not
be found out

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to stillness of stones

  1. Really nice all. That first one holds so much feeling


  2. Misky says:

    Each one is so beautifully crafted.

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  3. Jules says:

    The first one reminds me of a lovely tradition… Though too many of my family is just too far away for visits…

    Water also moves a mass amount of ‘stone’ –

    And I feel I have been in ‘her’ place many times – especially as a child 😉


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