raj

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Stony Tale

beneath my facade
million untold stories
have metamorphized

a fire within
rages before erupting
volcanic lava

I pioneered
the stone age evolution
with my flint of fire

I bear the brunt of
memorials and relics
for posterity

from my nethers springs
the elixir that quenches
thirsty souls and soil

I am bewildered
by that idiotic phrase
"as dead as a stone"

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Eastern

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Somewhere in the world, IND

Comments

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dearest Shirl..

thank you for feeling the poem...i have always been awed by the rocks..stones..pebbles and mountains as much as i am by the ocean...prhaps the inspiration for this write came from there...and from the idiotic phrase "as dead as stone"....

much love...

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dearest Jaycee

thanks to your suggestion i got

and my flint the fire

changed to

with my flint of fire

it looks good...

now i am scratching my head to understnad why you found this oppresive....do let me know when you find some relaxed moments...

much love...

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dearest JayCee

thanks for the read and suggestions which are always welcome...i will look at them this evening once again ..for now i have to scurry to work...

much love always..

scribbler

14 years 4 months ago

stony

then there is phrase a heart of stone. Diamonds and other jewels are also stones, so a heart of stone might not be a bad thing. Enjoyed this even before I was aware it was a Haiku series..............scribbler

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dear Stan...

thanks for thr read and your comments...good to know you enjoyed it...

warmly..

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dear Lonnie...

thaniks for your time to read and your kind words...which are much appreciated...somehow i am awed by the stones and find them to be animate objects rather than Stone Dead...please feel to crique my writes..i thrive on them being on a learning curve..

warm regards...

Kailashana2

14 years 4 months ago

I had a stonescape in my old

I had a stonescape in my old home; Barry and I collect stones and little unusual sticks. They're way cool together.

Sharing my version that was published in Nonduality Highlights magazine.

Little Stone

Little stone,
so round, so smooth,
so patiently grey,
I say to you:

"Help me understand
the story of your keen essence,
your intrinsic nature of solitude,
how eons of stellar configurations
caused you to fit
so perfectly
in the palms of my admiration."

Little stone,

I hear the woeful ocean
I see sparks of divinity's fire
I feel my joyful heart
throbbing
inside
your vast magnificence.

~~~~

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dear Anna...

thank you for sharing your poem of yester years...it is so very vibrant...it has the power to make even a little stone smile touched by someone communicating with him...

if put along side mine..this poem is a very good illustration of an amateur (me) V/s Pro

each time i read it...i end up whispering ah..ah..ah...

Candlewitch

14 years 4 months ago

Dear Raj,

I'm with Scribbler. I enjoyed the poem even before I knew it was a haiku string! I think it is very well done, and I have no suggestion. I, too feel a special connection to the mountains. I lived in Conifer Colorado for a year (in the mountains above Denver) and I still miss my quiet explorations and downhill skiing.

love, Cat

raj

14 years 4 months ago

Dear Cat

thank you for the read and your comment..good to know it reminded you of your times communicating with the mountains...

love..