Word of rocks

Out of reach, fading away

Fingers close on sunset end of day

Clawing scars on water's skin

Closing wounds where they had been

Oiled time, housefly love

Sun's shadow nailed to the sky above

Handcuffed wind prisoner, in a box

No fish or bird as slippery as a word thrown of rocks

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes things slip through are fingers like moss covered rocks.

There are many stunning lines in this poem. I enjoyed the line about wounds closing and the last line sums up this poem perfectly. This had a slightly ethereal feel yet earthy as well.

[Ashi written tale & poe..]

The poem is nicely written, a good one.

[Soren]

Thank you so much it is most appreciated

[MCS]

Well penned, you’re so right words are magical things with powers we don’t always grasp. Words can bring one back from the dead or put one six feet under.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment it means a lot. Although not religious I think of the quote in John that says "In the beginning there was the word" What has more power than that ancient vibration that gives us the power to tell others how we feel and think.

[MCS]

John 1:1 I'm also not religious but the nuns sure beat word into us kids.

[Soren]

You don't have to be religious to enjoy poetry where ever it is Bible, Quran, Vedas what ever

[MCS]

I fully agree with that viewpoint my friend

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and then one more rock finds its mark, and the wound is reopened.
Words have the power to heal but also the power to kill....Emily D. thought that.

The second stanza is shades of Good Friday. Right now we all seem to prisoners and nailed to some cross...one of our own making.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob words of wisdom well said and heard. As always your time and support are most appreciated