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Celadon
Jul 10, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Once I believed

River stone,


once I believed I could read your thoughts

but you are immense

as your great mountains

burning in the flow of dawn

Where eagles gaze   

over the faulting and folding,

the fissures deep and cold. 

Here you were birthed .

Earthstones, river-bedded,

you flow, 

even flowing

as the river flows.

Winds sigh

waters crash and tumble, 

rivers sing low over stones of inertia

from the great mountains

till your humming minerals   

find their way

into my body, bone and cell

 to shelter a pulse.

                                                         

Stone,

in your silence, an avalanche of effects!

Read my fossils of shell and fern

 petroglyphs scratched 

upon my cliffs 

and you will know   

that you are home again.



— Celadon, Jul 10, 2009

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Ashes4now

16 years 11 months ago

beautiful

one of my favorites...I enjoyed it dearly and I think you could publish this one. Ash D.M.
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Celadon

16 years 10 months ago

Ash D.M.So glad you enjoyed

Ash D.M. So glad you enjoyed this poem! And "dearly," besides!! This was so kind of you! Best wishes, Celadon
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 11 months ago

Celadon!

I truly loved this poem. Whew! What immense profundity in so many beautiful images. I think I shall return again... soon! Thanks Boni
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Celadon

16 years 10 months ago

Boni, Thanks for stopping

Boni, Thanks for stopping by. This poem was inspired by a small flat river-stone, very black when wet. Sweet and smooth to the touch, but it comes with a past! See you soon! luv, Marion
Bonitaj

Bonitaj

16 years 10 months ago

Here I am again!

to reiterate my earlier praise... I get lost in these images - particularly as I interpret it on a human and not a literal level. Can you see how that would make an equally, if not greater impact? It certainly works wonders for me in the same genre as the SUFI poets! Splendid indeed! Boni
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Ink Dragon

16 years 11 months ago

Marion,

this is simply stunning! I have instantly fallen in love with your last stanza Stone, in your silence, an avalanche of effects! Read my fossils of shell and fern petroglyphs scratched upon my cliffs and you will know that you are home again. Yours, ~Nina
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Celadon

16 years 10 months ago

Nina!The last stanza really

Nina! The last stanza really surprised me—I had no idea we were mountains, in a kind of liquid form, walking and talking mountains. But there I was, bearing cliffs. And you bearing gifts. Thank you, Nina! luv, Marion