Last Days to Brightness

I found a stone among the rocks,

The stone was smooth, the rocks were rough

To the touch - a diamond it's not,

But worth more

for it will remind me

The vast volumes of memory's soul

The nativity of life

in this light-

Brown skin,

Beautiful people of the Sun

These last days of Brightness

The islands

The seabeeeze

Your moments of experiencing

Within

This bubble.

I am living as best I can

We are as we go/get

To become

"Get what you give" with what is given...

I found a stone among the rocks

We choose what hurtful words are hot

Pierce, stab, or cut

Bleeding out

The warmth of hearts

So what remains is

Rage

A sharp, sharp sword

What we say will only hurt

Each other

Silence keeps

This stone as keepsake

malleable touchable realities

In my pocket I named Lucky,

This breath of life

That we all must bury

One Day

And the story

of each a stone

A gem of thoughtful touch...

The lovely memory of

Eloquent words last spoken, not...

In vain.

I kept the stone smooth,

Among the rocks...

Sitting in the rain

Will you shower me

With love

With what words you find

And say ?

Love is a smooth stone

Among the rocks...

Reminds me of

Summers' days now few,

Love lost for

Naught...

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A lovely poem on stones and comparison to many things. Some nature and some romance mixed marvelously. Thank you for sharing Butch...:)................