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3 Stone
by Keith D Allison The Stone
Faded winds of time
forgotten now
the broken stone
for those who remember
have their own stone's now…
fading in the wind
The Stone
He trembled
as he placed the stone in his pocket
apprehension… excitement
the knot in the stomach
At the appointed time and place
he brings forth the small bulge from his pocket
he looked into her eyes, they smile
as she promised to tie the knot
The Stone
A story to tell
the rhythm of the song
he thought he could write
but he was a stone
yes a stone 12/07/2008 Posted on 12/08/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/08/08 at 04:53 AM Fascinating, Keith. Like a tale remember in triptych. Seems the stones are precious to some, and not to others. Love the enigma and the tone here. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/08/08 at 03:40 PM I enjoyed the various glimpses of stones. Loved the second one. |
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