Writing a 5 minute poem about a stone every day - Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7

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 .................. 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 ********* 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 ****** 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 ******* 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 ******* 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... ******* 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... ********* Day 8