![]() The Sleeping StoneA Poem by Aidan![]() Looking for some feedback on this one. Thanks!![]() Dappled sunlight filters down through the gnarled fingers of wise old trees He sits, surrounded by bramble and bush Calling out for a guiding hand on skinned, scratched knees
Not a sound answers back Everything, from the immovable branches, to the fluttering fallen leaves on the forest floor are muted; appearing as though dead hidden and silent As though God himself has put the Great green Earth to rest The shades are steep, covering everything in quiet melancholia, as a burial shroud covers the dearly departed He huddles, eyes shut tight, hands covering his face He waits immobile, more as a dreaming stone, a monolith, than a sleeping man Counting slowly backwards, he frames the world into the spaces caught between his fingers falling quietly through the years. © 2014 AidanReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() AidanSan Antonio , TXAboutEnglish/Teaching Major that enjoys reading (and writing!) poetry, science fiction, and horror. Looking to keep a place where I can post writing and get some constructive feedback. Would love to hear y.. more..Writing
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