Che Fontana Poet Epitaph

A Stone Heart Never Dies

Dear Charlotte 
Don't play games with my heart
For mine is half stone 
As a snail wrecked on the beach 
Full of sand that is slightly 
Petrifying inside itself 

At least this heart is
Cuddled by waves 
Till it is eventually thrown between 
Some big stones and 
Stays still there 
Just for nothing
Out of nothing 

May you imagine that after
Few hundreds of years 
I child will most likely find
A little piece of this 
Cemented broken snail 
Have a look at and
Throw it back into the waters 
Out of nothing but 
A bit of curiosity how and 
If the waves will ever bring it back
Among the billions of tiny golden 
Granulated relics of once upon a time 
Petrifying hearts 

A stone heart never dies

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Richard Lamoureux June 5, 2015 at 7:45 AM This is quite good, I enjoyed it. Che Fontana June 5, 2015 at 6:28 PM that's the spirit, Richard

Dave Timperley April 27, 2015 at 10:09 AM I like this yet I don't know why. There is a sense of immortality about it, and , as Jan says, of sadness. God Bless. I look for more of your writing. God Bless D. Che Fontana May 4, 2015 at 7:35 AM Thanks, Dave. This poem is somehow dedicated to a little lady dog, Charlotte. I wrote it on the beach whilst picking up little stones, shells and snails. I was at peace with me and the world. For a couple of hours, I set myself free of looking for a job and the insignificant thoughts of how to pay the rent. So, yeah, poetry is God, all in all.

Jan Allison April 18, 2015 at 5:27 PM Such deep sad dramatic imagery - cant think of anything more sad than a stone heart - a very powerful write:-( Hugs Jan xx 7 xx Che Fontana April 19, 2015 at 6:41 AM Glad to share with you (all) There is no sadness but sandness ;)