The Stone That Shook The WindA Poem by kealanPoem on theme of TransformationLazarus among the tombs, the bloom-bled stables. Coniferous in his gait, a glass heart panting like a temple. From dew-jewelled evergreens, their snared leaves like the ears of cropped foxes, he remembers gait thousand faces and the person he birthed to receive them. So long before the snoring breeze of Bethany there rose a pool of eyes, expressions thunderborn to give the grave his storms. And now he sights a silk horizon, the clear clouds brewing, stumbles upon the finest pinecone, refreshed by the very lightening that beat his bones ablaze. Lazarus amid the stars, the green-gold moon. Exports all heavy thoughts to foreign continents when before he recalled the past as bulls dream of the swords that almost killed them. Now his mind his silver, his spirit thick. He stoops, alive, to place the pinecone softly beneath a rock moss-coloured for strange black sheep to seek, release the Earth, make heart from stone and shake the wind. © 2017 kealan |
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 |