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The Trembling Stone
by Chris Sorrenti
Pull the mound open
inhale the pungent fragrance of the landscape
amuse yourself but take your time
let the lava build inside
Get down on your knees and kiss that crevice
until it has an earthquake
then bury your drill in the shining jewel
in and out - out and in
A little rub-a-rub-a-rub on the trembling stone
to make a working man spill his oil
© 1983
1,520 hits as of June 2026
01/24/2005 Posted on 01/24/2005
Copyright © 2026 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/24/05 at 09:20 PM chris, i don't want to sway anyone else's take on this, er, straight up *grin* piece... IMO, it can be taken two ways... metaphorically... or... as Id rather take it... erect and to the point... impressive word play here... blessings... |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 01/26/05 at 02:09 PM A blast from the past I see by the date on this. Tastefully and exquisitely written. |
| Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 01/27/05 at 02:25 PM Oh My ... The heat is rising!! Who knew drilling for Jewels could be so much fun! *smiles* |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 01/27/05 at 05:55 PM Well now- i'm at loss for words. pant pant |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/22/05 at 06:02 PM W...O...W lol.. .I don't quite know how to comment this.... but to say... WOW |
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