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Writing a 5 minute poem about a stone every day - Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 and 8
Writing a 5 minute poem about a stone every day - Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 and 8
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Heard about a technique - trying it. Writing on the prompt of a stone for 5 minutes per day with no pressure.
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Day 1:
Indistinguishable from the next
Yet placed in a pocket
Decisions made to be kept
Yet I feel I give nothing
For I am a stone after all
It's my life's work
To ponder my worth
So tiring I mostly sit and rest
Sometimes in the stomach of a fox
Other times I wake flying over the shoreline
People are cocker hoop
I am a stone
Something works in these equations
Though I wear away
The granules stay with people
When diminished I'll know why
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Day 2:
A drop in the ocean
An end of thoughts
Just tumbled, reshaped
A do-over of sorts
Take away the edges
Who am I then?
The same at the centre
No
Matter
How
Many
Times
I
Start
Again
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Day 3
Atonement cemented in muscles and bone
Dragged vision towards guilt that isn't my own
Study long and hard on what can be known
Unfortunate consequence of being alone
Is a focus on all the beauty that's flown
Just makes you heavy, burden seem overblown
Effort to move creates grumble and groan
Reality hits that life births clone after clone
Oblivious or aware, neither state can condone
Nothingness promised as thoughts I postpone
Never know if the end is reached when you're grown
Cursed with slowly forgetting as you turn into stone
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Day 4
It's a drop in the ocean
No splash.
The world feels no ripple
Gone mistypes as home
Because stories arrive
In the middle of poems
And stones might just be stones
All things have a face and a centre
Information within a core
Unreadable
Not all faces give the game away
Not when they are set like stone
A stone becomes more comforting
Than an unfathomable human
Who gives nothing away
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Day 5
I'm a marker
Name after name chiselled
And beyond me the dust scatters
My degradation slower, more acceptable
I don't pick where I stand
But my essence travels
Each fragment takes in a sensory overload
As I see it and feel it, feel whole
The wind wears me away
But coaxes me to dance
Allows me to look into all corners
Be the air, be the ground
Be movement and statis
I can't tell a soul
Put place your hand on a standing stone
Feel the energy of what it is to be well lived
Let grains fall through your fingers
Sense the memories
All elements and energy coexist and interact
On different plains on different speeds
All we can do is get a sense of one another
I'm a marker, but it's all beautiful
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Day 6
A stones throw away from here
so easy, yet I linger
away from chaos or excitement
these measurements of arms length
or as the crow flies
leaving me perplexed at my staticity
measure me by proximity to something else
was I there? did I avoid it?
there's something about time and distance
it saves you over and over again
safely ensconced
yet having to start again
I should hold that stone in my palm
not let it be unthrown but always where I am
there's an answer within the empty hand
within the short steps to the place the stone landed
but I'll close my eyes, go back to sleep
as storms rage and wars are fought
I sleep on, don't step up to the mark
write in hidden poems, not saying a thing
I've misunderstood the lesson
or sit it on repeat
maybe that's the same thing
if you say a thing too many times it stops making sense
a stones throw away from here sits a version of me
who realised the art of becoming
what if the time and distance is short enough still?
all I need to do is wake up...
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Day 7
Echoing endlessly cannot happen
Though it feels that way
As thoughts bounce back
Wasn't cave dwelling supposed to be quiet?
Living within stone walls
Keeps out alternate views
Returns the same words
I want my mind changed
Place me in daylight
Surround me with trees
Let me be soaked in storms
But recover re-energised
To shout anything that needs to leave me
For it to be absorbed by nature
All this time, it was all possible
The forevers of four walls
Versus light and growth
I could bang on the wall
But the wall is stone, no one hears
So I just need to get up and leave
Familiar words...
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Day 8
I don't want to be dredged up
Leave me to enjoy the flow of the stream
It takes so long to settle again if jostled
The sediment resides in me
But when it swirls around me I choke
Despite years not breathing, I still need air
I can picture the smoothness of the settled
So settled they are embedded in the earth
Not me, I'm loose, tumble, forget which way is up
The guilt of it all mattering hurts
Surely I shouldn't care, if I am stone?
But it hurts caring
I've built barriers to being comforted
Locked within the walls is guilt and shame
Unuttered troubles the making of me
I should be grateful
I'm sorry I tumbled away
I didn't get embedded in the earth to settle by your side
Now, now I want clearer waters
I can't believe I survived with it so murky
Should I scream, I'll fill my lungs with water
So I'll lay quietly
Let it pass
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Day 9?
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