Made of Stone (day 107)

Made of stone like you want me to be

Tell me who I tried to be yesterday

Set me in silence and finally set me free

Can’t decide how I want to say

 

You mold me from madness and flicker with fate

Freedom screams like a wind at my door

Cut me into kindness, your shadow’s too late

I can’t hide in foxholes anymore

 

Toss your heart out, make starbursts into sense

Spill into cracks to pull out dappled light

Two different ways to tear down the fence

not too long, I’m a lightning bolt in the night

 

So pull me from corners and run till you’re dry

Rescue the answers you know I won’t give

Breath’s overrated but I still need the sky

Even things underground need to live

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 11/12/16

Dappled light

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Coffeepot's picture

Enjoyed this xP

Enjoyed this xP

Incompl's picture

Coming out the Foxhole

You  are growing so much as a poet and it's amazing to see! 


Let your teeth show

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Aww thank you!!

Aww thank you!!


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

allets's picture

Ditto

It is a rare moment when rhymed couplets are distanced by staccato candences that defy scansion and walk as if on a field of prosaic bliss - so refreshing to go where the poet wants to go and take you along - allets -


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tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Thank you!! Well said :)

Thank you!! Well said :)


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james

RoC's picture

"Even things underground need to live"

And....Wow!
Just sayin


"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr

tallsquirrelgirl's picture

Thank you!!

Thank you!!


*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james