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You were built from the Stones🥀 RIP

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You were built from the stones

No proof needed, open ended

But before you go off aimlessly

Wandering through the forests

Of sandalwood, and high places

I will take off my glasses

Watchful as a big cat

For the sound of footprints

Lest on too close sight, I miss this

Darling illusion, which struck fear and terror into me.

The art of losing is not too hard to master

I desired my dust to eventually mingle with yours

Anticipating the splash,

The forsaken cry ,  a rock skipped on water

Rippling, then smoothing the Holy surfaces

Knowing that I have left mine too late

Misjudged your frailties

What draws friends together

To never be alone forever.

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Small Stone 2014 – Day 24

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"On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea"


Small Stone 2014


Fine winter drizzle
Gray cloak of clouds hover
In quiet slumber


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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011 – 2014

January is the month of Mindful Writing: Small stones

Small Stones - 2014

What are small stones?

A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small stones encourages you to keep your senses on the “alive and alert” status. Involve yourself with a new set of eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind. In short … OPEN, OPEN, OPEN!

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Silently I Creep January 2014

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Silently I creep

Down the crowded corridors of my mind,

Tentatively toying with the doorknobs

of rooms containing suppressed memories.

 

I hear them

Like an overbooked hotel, whispering

Eager to crowd the hallways

In hopes of recognition and validation.

 

Restlessly I slumber

Unwilling to commit, I strain to decipher

Reluctant to open a door recalling

Malaise, despair or buried pain

 

The alarm sounds

Silently I face the clock, the murmurs fade

I throw back the covers,

 Relieved that choice is gone.

 

Art: Anthony Gromley