Sunday, March 7, 2021

today's poem - "crumble"

 

crumble

a person of quarried stone

who is a block

solid gray mineral

can’t be carved easily  

but conceals inner rock

forged by time in the Earth

which sculpted with great art

can thread a needle

into a light, flexible thing

                     

yet green and black organisms

bacteria and plant life

settle on seeming permanent

weather-pocked stone

where as ever, transformation

wears away at essence

erodes and abrades

to freeze, thaw, wind-rake

mass into smaller and weaker pieces

eventually to crumble

the individual

 

 

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