Shiny Stone

observation

She settles in her silence

As a stone in a glass of water

That no one thirsts for

 

Muffled to sound and

Her vision rippled by

Another drop that is added

To an etched crystal glass

 

A tear that goes unnoticed

Except to me

Hiding behind bound metaphors,

Profound allegories, and

A cup of chamomile tea

 

She becomes a muse herself

In all her muted melancholy

Set against a sunny window

Is a stunningly shiny gem

 

She floats out the door

As if pushed by a wave

With the look of being alone

At the bottom of an ocean

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What great imagery in the first stanza. And I have to love those bound metaphors considering I actually use a metaphor once in a while.
One trait of your poetry at which you excel is alliteration and the motion it gives to your work.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you so much j. I really don't try to alliterate, it just comes out that way, my muse whispering it in my ear I suppose, she is quite generous and I do love her. If the ringing in my ears would stop from me losing my hearing maybe I could hear her better but she manages to get through when I need her. You are so kind Hugs!

[Lorry]

Well this has sadness writ large over it, I think... as my first impression would have been "oh, that sounds awesome - apart from the melancholy (the only melon I don't like)
Just remember that no matter how lonely that stone becomes, it still looks beautiful and shiny.

[Patricia]

I just write what comes and what I see, she seemed very sad but she was beautiful. I hope she found her smile when the sun came out. Thank you for reading and commenting Lorry and good to see ya again.