Stones
the wind sounds like a hundred violins playing
as I walk a foot-worn path
time has effaced inscriptions
on some funeral stones
where the dead repose in bones
and I am stranded in a sea of mute stones
all the precious skeletons a jumble beneath
the stones that echo and groan
death comes unbidden to each in time
and the drum of time ceases
hard stones, solid stones, granite stones
bleached stones, broken stones, tall stones
small stones, flat stones, baby stones
weeping angel stones
I wish for a stepping stone path
as I tread over unknown bones
that whisper and moan
and I whisper your struggle is over now
rest in peace beneath
your eternal stones
now, I stand still in this decaying under a deep blue sky
and clouds sail and drift like sailboats
oh, daggers pierce my heart
for I have found your stone ...
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August 8, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Stones
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1379-623-08
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Stones
sponsor, Anthony Biaanco, Judged 08/14/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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