Poetics at dVerse~Song of the Stone
Victoria has prompted us to discover texture in art, this week at dVerse, and asked us to treat our words as art. It's a fantastic task, that has had my mind running 1000 different directions. In the end, I've resorted to using my favorite muse...
Song of the Stone
Have you ever felt the song of a stone
warmed by 1000 maritime summers,
traversed by an ocean of history
and shaped by the hands of tide upon tide
smoothed now, yet dimpled
hard edges eroded at the hands of time?
Have you ever sang in harmony
with the song of the stone
and felt universes spinning, histories
unraveling, secrets revealing themselves
as you pull it forcibly from its wet bed of sand?
It is the contrast of our evolution.
Face warmed by late summer sun, its back
cold, dark, damp, but changing
as you cradle it against living flesh.
It's knows, you know? That it has been
noticed. As you sit and dig
your toes beneath the layers of each
tiny grain of sand, and you turn your awareness
to the world that changes within your palm.
You feel it raise its voice, feel it tickle and tingle
charging up your arm, racing through your body
absorbing your essence like
a new universe discovered,
a new verse for its song.
At the core of that vibration, it is the song's mighty refrain
that raises goosebumps upon your flesh
despite that maritime sun. Suddenly,
you awaken to our world, its world
and you know
you have always danced together
to the song of the stone.
Song of the Stone
Have you ever felt the song of a stone
warmed by 1000 maritime summers,
traversed by an ocean of history
and shaped by the hands of tide upon tide
smoothed now, yet dimpled
hard edges eroded at the hands of time?
Have you ever sang in harmony
with the song of the stone
and felt universes spinning, histories
unraveling, secrets revealing themselves
as you pull it forcibly from its wet bed of sand?
It is the contrast of our evolution.
Face warmed by late summer sun, its back
cold, dark, damp, but changing
as you cradle it against living flesh.
It's knows, you know? That it has been
noticed. As you sit and dig
your toes beneath the layers of each
tiny grain of sand, and you turn your awareness
to the world that changes within your palm.
You feel it raise its voice, feel it tickle and tingle
charging up your arm, racing through your body
absorbing your essence like
a new universe discovered,
a new verse for its song.
At the core of that vibration, it is the song's mighty refrain
that raises goosebumps upon your flesh
despite that maritime sun. Suddenly,
you awaken to our world, its world
and you know
you have always danced together
to the song of the stone.
Comments
wishing you a lovely sunday tash...and if you excuse me...off to the find a drive-in...smiles
Just sayin...a person who can write all this about a ROCK, should be monitored, or something, lol. Or at least published obscenely often.
Love the ending lines (I do see the changes of your writing, and mine too as we learn new things together.)
"you have always danced together
to the song of the stone."
~laurie
Also, impressed with the never-ending waves of tactile delights: "dig your toes beneath the layers of each tiny grain of sand," "tickle and tingle charging up your arm," vibration, it is the song's mighty refrain that raises goosebumps upon your flesh" and the title is perfect!
Loved it all - one of your best, IMHO
oh, so beautiful,
there is harmony in your writing,
warmth in the texture,
true art drawn from your words.
Everytime I visit your blog - there is more and more to love!
I agree with Sheila that this is one of your best! (IMHO... ;D)
~please continue sharing your sensitive-unique colorful creations (your crayons included...)
~love it here!
deb
[My word verification is psycle--how weird is that?]
I see im not the only one who sat reading your poem moving my toes all about my flip flops lol.
This felt great to read - a real poem of the senses - i was tickled and itchin and scratchin and squintin and wigglin - I dont even know why - perhaps i have fleas!
I seriously like this piece tash - i felt the heat the damp and all else besides - the song of the stone is just cool as an idea - i once wrote a paper on how stones could have a conscious life (philosophy/psyche jibberish) - how they may vibrate at a lower frequency than us. But i developed a thing for stones and such - anyway your poem made me think of that - which i loved.
I must also say thanks for your great comments on my spot - i so appreaciate your feedback and i would have to say that the things you had written on my painting piece couldnt have been more accurate if i had written it - it feels great to know im communicating without being too overt.
Thanks
Arron
How can you lose
Also want to just sink my feet right in the sand
I guess exploring this little old province can be quite grand..haha
Made my morning.
"Have you ever sang in harmony
with the song of the stone
and felt universes spinning, histories"
B-U-TI-MOUS Natasha...there is energy in everything in the universe! And the stones, crystals, rocks all have their own unique quality...and we can connect with that energy by feeling/connecting with the stone...
Holding a rose quartz and meditating with it in our hands allows that rose quartz-love energy to flow right into us...
Our people are missing so much in nature by giving over to the false toys and greed that our materialistic society dangles in front of it...so sad for them to miss all the beauty in the world!
But, change is on the way...
Loved this poem Natasha!
Cheers,
Roger ☺
to the song of the stone"
{sigh}
an exquisite poem in its own right and absolutely stunning take on the prompt!
LOVE this, Natasha! ♥ dani