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The Stone to Lift
March 6, 2017
that stone
weathered and worn through ache
tumultuous struggle thrown bleak
molded
to shape what had not been desired
likened with lichens
hues horrified
that stone
squatting
crackling in the smooth rain
surrounded by eyes
cues to hatred
spirit
molded and molded
yet
the sun though soon to break
the moss to dry
the stone
rained
stepped upon
squatting
stands.
© Sean M., Apple Valley, MN
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This article has 3 comments.
LeisurelySketches GOLD said...
on Feb. 4 2019 at 7:55 am
Do keep writing!
LeisurelySketches GOLD said...
on Feb. 4 2019 at 7:54 am
Sorry for the late comment; I do understand your poem now. I have very little experience with reviewing poems, but I'd like to say that I really liked its simplicity and honesty, the progression and the 'echoing', staccato verse style. I haven't experienced something like this, so I'm not speaking from the very depths of the soul, but I think it's well-expressed and stirring.
LeisurelySketches GOLD said...
on Mar. 21 2017 at 7:45 am
As you had mentioned above, the words are isolated, and I wasn't able to completely understand the meaning, but the first and second stanzas were beautiful with some very interesting expressions. There was a vivid visual appeal to them. When I read them in my mind, they had a lovely rhythm. Frankly, I didn't get the ending. In my opinion, the first two stanzas have a poetic appeal and beg to be deciphered, while the ending is an enigma. Well, I have no right to judge something I can't understand, so I have no comments about the last stanza; but I loved the rest of it.
This poem represents the trials of my soul through the past few years. The small and staccato lines show that more is less, and that these words were felt in the moment, through emotion, rather than rhetoric.