Friday, May 19, 2006

Two old stones

like two old stones
they lie side by side
in geologic time

their stillness belies
the days and nights they
tumbled down together

when the great lake
that breached above
flooded these lower regions

and the raging river
that carved this bed
for the first time

threw them together
polished as new
and left them behind

to lie here
warming in the sun
quietly side by side

23 Comments:

Blogger ruth said...

oooooooooooh.my word verifaction says it all
spblim.

5/19/2006 10:29 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

I like this MB. And I'm also intrigued by it ....

Your ability to capture beauty in words is wonderful.

5/19/2006 10:49 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

Two old stones--two lovers who have been together a long time, whose desire has been tempered by time and proximity, in the most comforting, loving, peaceful way.

5/19/2006 10:52 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

such a special idea, I like stones very much because I think of all the things they have sensed and seen and you have made lovers of them

5/19/2006 11:06 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

Only you could turn stones into a lovestory... :) Warm and wonderful.

5/19/2006 11:58 AM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

what a beautiful thought...how the the course of life sometimes just throws to things togeter...

5/19/2006 12:15 PM  
Blogger alan said...

Someday
may my old
bleaching bones
inspire something
so beautiful!

alan

5/19/2006 1:17 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

rock solid and feeling the ripples of pure joy from your poem!

5/19/2006 1:52 PM  
Blogger EATING POETRY said...

Beautiful. Great flow.

5/19/2006 2:50 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

It was nature and their nature that brought them together. So many forces working between and through them.

5/19/2006 4:10 PM  
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5/19/2006 4:10 PM  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Very elegant .....

5/19/2006 6:06 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

And I wonder what things they saw, in the wash of time?

5/19/2006 6:20 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

your natural instinct toward imagery and symbolism makes your work flow effortlessly, like a movie i can never get enough of.

such intimacy described here.

5/19/2006 7:55 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

This has not only a sense of the past but fun and delight in the present that brings out a quiet delight...

Another lovely poem - thank you

5/19/2006 10:18 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

i like the tumultuousness of this piece... water, stone, motion and emotion... beautiful!

5/19/2006 11:17 PM  
Blogger Lhombre said...

¡Tiempo mágico mb! ¡Tiempo mágico! Piedras dadas brillo. Palabras dadas brillo!

5/20/2006 9:39 AM  
Blogger Lori Witzel said...

Rock 'n Roll: The Aftermath?

Seriously, a very nice wide angle time panoramic metaphor.

;-)

5/21/2006 6:56 AM  
Blogger T L Reynolds said...

I'm going to snuggle with my husband and think of this:)

5/22/2006 7:11 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Ruth, good one! Thanks.

Mary, thank you. I'm glad you found it intriguing.

Amy, the word "like" changes the whole poem.

Sue, we think alike regarding stones.

Brenda, why not? Love penetrates everything.

La vie en rose, fate (or happenstance, whatever you want to call it) always has a hand in life.

Alan, I am certain they will, in some form!

Corey, thank you for reading it!

EP, thank you!

Mermaid, so many forces, of which nature is but one.

Gilbert, thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.

Lee, ah... now thereby hangs a much longer tale, eh?

Sky, thank you for those wonderful words of support.

Endment, it is always a pleasure to have you reading.

Snowsparkle, I'm glad you felt that. It's not easy bringing a couple of old stones to life!

Lhombre, como siempre, gracias para tus palabras bellas y generosas. Y gracias por leerme.

Lori... speaks the photographer! Yes, this took a really wide angle panoramic lens to capture!

TLR, ah, the best response possible! Thanks.

5/24/2006 12:57 PM  
Blogger Richard Lawrence Cohen said...

This looks forward to the LeGuin quote in that meme, and shows that stones aren't changeless any more than bread is. tinme works on them; wind and water and plant life work on them; they work on each other. They're a good metaphor for love after all.

5/27/2006 9:04 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Richard — yes! I'm glad you see it the way I do. And welcome home.

5/27/2006 9:30 PM  
Blogger Delaleuverses said...

A very pleasant read...

5/30/2006 4:50 PM  

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