Skipping Stones

About holding on to moments, living inside them, letting them live inside you and more about letting them go and moving on, like the rock in the river, rolls downstream...

One and one half inch squares,

numbered.

Red ink slashes

one box at a time,

ticking away

the silk of this baby's cheek

brushing mine,

peacefully suspended,

and I

record it all,

drenching myself in pixels,

hoping

to never forget

this moment.

I stand at the edge of the shore,

these waters

reflecting.

Ripples flow out in perfect circles,

echoing the stones I throw

into this pool.

I reach down

to grasp a round, smooth

piece of earth,

ready myself to toss it

to the current.

His hand brushes mine,

sand dust falls to the ground,

blood pulses softly.

I look up

seeing…

A pink and blue sky,

clouds moving slowly

away from me.

I swallow the burning sun

as it rushes toward the horizon.

This stone in my hand,

its red gold veins

woven through pockets of once soft clay,

sparkles

mirrors of starlight

back at me,

tell my story.

I hold it and...

I am floating through a window.

I see the candle by her bed.

The breeze through the window

tickles the flame,

carries her last breath

into the wind.

It rustles through the leaves.

They fall to the ground

and I see…

The water crashing on the rocks.

Feel his hot breath in my ear.

Waves crash over me

and I let it go…

I am rolling,

rolling

over the sand, into the sea

holding with me

these moments…

her nightgown rustling,

my eyes

following the sunlight

out the open window,

his heart beating against

my chest as it aches;

it is never enough.

This babies soft breath on my cheek

the light surrounding me.

The hands of the clock are silent,

its pendulum,

still…

while he sleeps,

and I am dreaming

I can keep him here. 

Reviews

[xx]

I see that this is an older piece - from 2009, the description says. I also see now that your uncanny ability to write so well is a genuine product of talent, not just sweat and blood - this particular poem was powerful and moving, and though the language is soft and flowing, there's a powerful sadness beneath the words that impresses the gravity of every line and stanza into the reader's mind.

You use such vivid imagery to bring your words to life, and your descriptions are breathtakingly beautiful. The structure of the poem, too, gives it life - I don't even know how you do it. :)

Again, wonderful work! Please do keep writing. :)

-Mina

[Traci]

I love the way you have captured these special moments in time. Each is filled with so much emotion and tells a story within itself. A very bittersweet write, one about love, about letting go. Truly a gem I have favorited, my friend.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Oh thank you so much! :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a sweet poem, the tenderness the exudes from this poem is so heart warming.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you! I appreciate it! :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

It was my pleasure.

[Jack...]

Another stellar write here my friend. A wandering journey I feel I have been on, weaving through the evergreens, finding that shoreline and looking for the perfect flat rock to skip across the ripples in my mind. Beautiful, I really enjoyed this trip.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you so much!

[Acer]

Beautiful

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks! :)

[Acer]

you're welcome :'-)

[Levi Levin]

A nice piece of descriptive poetry indeed. Good job:)

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you!

[Levi Levin]

Your welcome:)

[Pete Langley]

Mina says it all for me. This is superb, beautiful, refined and musical. I envy you your ability to tranmit the essence of your feeling. This is the first of your pieces I`ve read.

Count me a fan, Misty
(I have a beautiful cat - also called Misty)

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much for these kind words! I appreciate your reading! Tell your Misty I said hello. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like what happens here...the drifting into the waves of moonlight...the romance...

maybe an ideal of romance...a thought of him as this wonderous lover..the idea of keeping him as he is...keeping that ideal of him...

i really like the third person usage here as she refers to herself---like distancing herself from herself....

[Kristina Moulaison]

"Distancing herself from herself." I like that, part of the letting go. Thank you!

[Gheeneil]

I saw beautiful images. It's amazing how well you painted those with words. Words that brought this piece to life. It was like seeing a movie-- each scene flashed vividly word after word, line after line. I liked the tone, too. It was the soundtrack of your masterpiece. Life's lullaby this seems to me.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thank you so much for your very kind words! They are so appreciated! Life's lullaby, that's beautiful!

[Frieda P]

Old still pictures, reminiscing of life, this is what memories and dreams are made of. It's touching and soft like cotton candy, it lingers after the read.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks again! Soft like cotton candy, nice! Old still pictures, memories and dreams, yes!

[An owl on the moon]

What a dreamish glimpse of life... an enchantment in time.. and moments standing still.. You fill your poetry with such a depth of emotion and longing.