Anne Winter Poet Free verse

Stones

Stones splash, splash
On the surface of the white snow waves of the sea
With horrendous, horrible hope
That whirls, whispers and whistles
The sonnets of love and belonging. 

Belonging, believing, love,
Such disease!
Disease with no cure,
Yet 
The terrible ailments are described as something so pure. 

What are stones to do?
The stones who splash. 
Don't they know what hope could do to them when they are meant to sink slowly 
Down 
      Down 
            Down
                And down. 


Forgotten 
                                   Lost 
Just stones. 

Belonging and love never belongs to stones,
Stones aren't gold. 
Diamonds choose gold. 
Stones just stay stones. 
      Just stones. 

Then why? Why? 
Such horrible hope of the disease that makes splashing happen?

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Krishika Upadhyay September 15, 2025 at 8:24 PM This is intense and reflective. The imagery of stones and hope conveys longing, futility, and the harsh truths of love with striking clarity. Thank you for sharing this with us. Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:23 PM Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem. I'm grateful

CayCay Godwin August 28, 2025 at 7:01 AM You are not a stone but getting stone -- never mind. Glad to see you posted. I've been checking on you for days. AND, I'm glad to feel the rage coming off the page. Let it out. So love and believing in love are a disease when love doesn't please, that same love will be a Nirvana feel when it is ready to deliver. This is great, loaded with 'rocking' metaphors' and, need I say, very emotive. I felt you. Poetry hugs ... CayCay CayCay Godwin September 26, 2025 at 3:12 PM You got it. Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:20 PM Dearest CayCay, your note touched my heart deeply, I'm so grateful for our friendship and the way you care for me. Love, Anne

Mike Gentile August 25, 2025 at 4:48 AM Anne, I agree, such powerful imagery and a deep rooted metaphor! Much contemplation needed but I don't know where we'd be without hope! Indeed an incredible write! Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:18 PM Dear Mike, thank you for writing such a thoughtful note! I'm grateful :)

Anne-Lise Andresen August 24, 2025 at 7:51 AM - It is often difficult to understand other people's feelings and intentions... you describe it with strength, Anne :) - hugs Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:14 PM Dear Anne-Lise, thank you so much, your note means a lot to me!

Yann Rolland August 22, 2025 at 5:04 PM brilliant images, and metaphor, hope it is fictional wishes Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:13 PM Dear Yann, thank you so much!

Victor Buhagiar August 21, 2025 at 1:33 AM I have heard of kidney stones which are common. Hope you don't suffer from them although sometimes they can be removed. Great alliteration. Blessings. Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:10 PM I love your sense of humor!

Deb M August 20, 2025 at 11:25 PM Wow Anne what a beautifully powerful write….l love how you use stones to describe depression…. is a terrible debilitating disease that so many suffer from! Debx Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:10 PM Dear Deb, depression is indeed very haunting. Thank you for your note!

Bill Baker August 20, 2025 at 11:23 PM A deep and meaningful poem, Anne. Illness is just not always meant to be understood. I pray for comfort through the pain for all that are experiencing long tern illness. Many in my family have suffered before parting. I have been blessed to be 80 with no major medical problem so far. Peace and comfort my friend. Hugs, Bill Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:09 PM Dear Bill, thank you for writing such a thoughtful note! I'm truly grateful!