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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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 8/21/2025 1:33:00 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.

Deb M

Date: 8/20/2025 11:25:00 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

Bill Baker

Date: 8/20/2025 11:23:00 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