A Life of Stone
What is it to live
To be alive
Expression searching
Sailing oceans
In great sailing ships
Keeping time as we all grow old
And turn to stone
In the desert
Where the world is made of sand
There once was a great sea
One night when all were sleeping
The ocean dried to a lovely yellow
Leaving behind all the creatures
Over time they turned to stone
Their words captured with them
You can find them sleeping now
An old miner dressed as a pirate
With a peg leg
A patch over one eye
(A different eye each day
He could never remember)
Who had spent many years at sea
Crossed himself and told of a sea creature
He had found at the bottom of his mine
He had a heart of gold
And his words were true
He kept that sea creature made of stone
In his breast pocket
Near his heart
To remember for all times
Where he had been
Where he was going
...And you
August
20, 2014
9 comments:
Oh what a feast in this poem today - the desert that was once a seabed, wow!!!! The sea creatures turned to stone and found millennia later...and especially the pirate who couldnt remember which eye to put the patch on (somehow I relate to him, LOL) - this is wonderful....and those closing words...."And you...."
I would love to hear you read this....maybe as I drift off to sleep..it would make a most wonderful bedtime story and that end line would make anyone wake up with a smile ;)
I think I rather like that old pirate, who can't remember which eye is supposed to be covered with a patch from day to day. He sounds like an endearing, although irascible, fellow!
Whirling with Amy
Great poem Love the last line because you ask the reader, what have you done now.
A lovely little story and a great poem.
love the pirate with a golden heart...a beautiful tale..
it's lovely...interesting story..
This is very moving, Annell!
what an interesting character you created in that miner...and his story of another life..and sea creature...smiles...i like him much...
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