And I am a stone
but weathered
chipped
eroded
quiet passenger of eons
fickle parted earth
hardened
but breakable
a messenger from the past
my skin a testament
of the long ago
my atoms come from solar forges
yet here I sit
in this bed
I drown yet breathe
blood from a stone?
Yes the quarks bleed from me
carrying all of the things
I would like to say
away to other dimensions
never to be heard today.
Neutrinos penetrate me, taking infinitesimal
parts of my dormant force, ensuring
my inefficacy
I am a rock, weathered and hardened
chipped and eroded, still breakable
Here I lay in this dry bed
silence cradled yet howling
my tales of stone
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this is mesmerizing
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Thank you Lois
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This is beautifully penned.
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Thank you!
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My pleasure
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Kind of broke my heart.
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❤
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OldePunk/RamJet Poetry
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This kind of broke my heart too
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🙏
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This made me heart feel broken and sad at the same time.
Your work of poems is always a delight and always a mystery. Which I love by the way.
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Thanks so much my friend! 🙏❤
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