Rocks
I ponder the same thoughts as he.
But my words are rocks.
Illusive, words go beyond feeling them,
Beyond memories,
Deep into native instincts
Forgotten in generations of rebirth.
His stones are
Time before; time hereafter;
A time capsule within;
A mystery without.
Mine are rocks.
Inspired by the poem "Stone," by Charles Simic, current Poet Laureate
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2008
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