dry tongue of land
tastes salt and grit of grief
and laps at monastery of heart
like brown shadow of wind
pulling drink of dust
past bell towers of teeth
worn down from ages of crack
on mortuary slab
taupe robe of sky
hides many seasons’ sins
and chant of deep blue night
is relief’s way of pinning penances
on quiet moonless ceremonies
stepping backwards, a monk retreats
out of crease of sorrow
to turn and tend to vespers
in hall of evening light
within a room that opens
like robe folded over feelings
that need a new place to be
counting stones, collected
like beads upon a leather thong:
small black holes of worry
swallow fingers of hurt
and down, down, into the gut of grace,
where it stews and ferments
and rise out after yeasty yearning
to become a settled peace in ground down stones
Author notes
prompt phrase:
"Hyperbolic~This heart nestled in a place among the stones".
Image Credit: "Pebble" by Dirk Hampel
Michael will understand where this comes from.
In a list
A contest entry
- Hyperbolic Pebble~A Tribute to Poet Michael Thomas by Blue Rew.
1480 points, ended November 23, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Finding ones' place can be a trial, a misery but it is also
a journey of discovery. The weaving here of tangible
metaphor to brilliant spacing paces us through these
words so that we might more fully appreciate the meaning
and imagery conjured line to line. A very full write with
nothing even close to "fillers". Blue
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This is such a stellar penning, wrought from the depths of your delectable bones, dear Scribe. What a magnificent gesture, one I know could not have been easy to pen. Ah, these words, they call to us in our dreams, demanding we give them their place in the shadows, in the sunlight. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. I see Michael was thrilled, and rightfully so. 
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Excellent
What an amazing write for the contest. So very vivid and powerful. Best of luck in the contest
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Carol,
You sweep words into gargantuan composites. You alone are the premier poetess and I kneel to you in fealty.
Michael
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