Aching Stone

darkly filled
abrasive edge
cloaked in shadow
a lacy web

spidery fingers
cold of touch
holding tight
needy
for love

craving
yet raising
and waving a shield
deflecting
denying
all who would kneel

for history's fist
retains its grip

and a heart
once broken
becomes
such as this

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

Comments

judyanne

10 years 7 months ago

awesome

that is all i have to say Al

wonderful imagery, great rhythm.... one of my favourites of yours i think

love judy
xxx

brittle light

10 years 7 months ago

ummm....thank you

(now I have to shoot for awesomest?)

Roscoe Lane

10 years 7 months ago

Great poem,

Great poem, especially the last six lines. They are beautiful when read aloud. Regards Roscoe...

brittle light

10 years 7 months ago

thanks Roscoe

simplicity is the hallmark of beauty ...that's why it's so rare....complexity is an easy way to hide our inevitable flaws.

thanks for your remarks

regards,

Janice Pearce

10 years 7 months ago

Aching Stone

Loved this one!! The only line I didn't think fit very well was "lacy" web, this could be just me tho.......looking forward to reading more from you......

brittle light

10 years 7 months ago

In my mind the "lacy web"

In my mind the "lacy web" line makes a kind of sense...albeit, a poetic sense...which sometimes does not mean a whole lot!

I will think on it a bit...but don't hold your breath....I'm an incorrigible slowpoke

thank you for your support