Monday, March 14, 2011

In a Land of Stones

He lived in a land of stones,
monoliths and totems
of silence, standing still,
marking time, space,
settled in their eruptions
like old trees.

He spent his days in work,
using his hands, his heart
to saw, sand, plane and fit,
much like an artist
uses colors, in silence,
to speak.

If he lived near the sea
he could listen to the waves.

To see other poems prompted by “lonely,” please visit the Warrior Poets Circle hosted by Jason Stayszen at Connecting to Impact.

Photograph: Monument on Three Peaks by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Bob Spencer said...


Louise Gallagher said...

I agree. Beautiful.

katdish said...

I could sense his isolation through these words.

Helen said...

I love the imagery of stones.

Maureen said...

Lovely, Glynn. I especially like "settled in their eruptions" and the two concluding lines.

One wonders what stories the stones secret behind their hard surfaces.

Anonymous said...

Wow, Glynn. It's already been said, but 'beautiful.' Thanks so much.

S. Etole said...

and he lived misunderstood ...

Unknown said...

Just terrific bro'!

Sandra Heska King said...

If the stones could speak.