The Stone
When I first laid eyes on him, he was alone.
So very solitary, he was but a stone,
just lying there as if he had been thrown
carelessly to nothingness, a rock that had never shone.
A gem he could not be! He was the oddest thing I’d ever known.
A strange and simple stone beneath a barren tree -
a tree which offered no relief of a leafy canopy.
He’d lain there so long where there was no bird’s melody,
and since he had no eyes, there was nothing for him to see.
I bent and picked him up – this stone upon dry ground.
I took him with me, and I showed him all around!
Slowly I was cracking open this rock that made no sound.
In time, I noticed from inside him there emerged the sweetest glow.
I’d pierced the stone’s hard core like the arrow from a bow!
From what he used to be, the stone has now come far!
What he came to be for me I had never been foreshown.
But with some time and patience, I guessed the remedy.
How to open up the stone was the solution that I found.
In my cracking him, rare beauty I have come to know,
for inside the stone was waiting to be born – a shining star!
Feb. 22, 2018 for Gregory Barden's"MINUANETTA Contest using rhyme scheme
of (at least) AAAAA, BBBB, CCC, DD, E, ABCDE. It must have a least this many lines, (20)
Theme is "CHREMAMORPHISM"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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