
Some say the giants are still here
Their memories held inside the stones
They watch the movement of time
and grimace at our indifference
Some weep for lack of care
Borrowing water from the sky
Our eyes see inert bodies
ravaged by weather and not
the chiseling hand. Yet the eye watches
waiting for the few who wish to spiral inward to stir
memories beyond dimension. The giants seek
the seekers and wait. Feeling the press of footsteps
blindly walking. The push of restless bodies
Listening to “Hurry up.” “Let’s move on”…
to the next best thing. Whatever that is.
They watch. Eyes following too slowly to be caught
Lids, never blinking. Legs tucked into the land
who knows their breath. Their hearts,
held in Her hands pulse the music of the land
She, who never forgets her children
moves love through tired veins to spiral the waiting eye
Forever looking for the one who will stop
and remember.
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt, #memoryΒ
“…memories beyond dimension…”
Yes, exactly. Beautifully expressed, Alethea.
I knew you would recognise her π xx
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Thank you, Sue. It was nice to see her again π β€
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This is so moving π
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I’m glad you found it to be so, Willow β€
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Alethea , I did π
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I have had better conversations with stones than with most people…
and their memories are so much better than mine…
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I share your sentiments π
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I consider the Heel stone at Stonehenge to be a father figure, as we have shared some special moments…
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That is lovely π
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Wonderful!!!
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Iβm glad you enjoyed it π
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You are most welcome
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You’ve captured a great ‘what if’. Brava.
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Thank you, Cynthia. π
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Lovely, and so very true π
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Thank you, Helen. I miss the stones, always π
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I’m sure they miss you, too π x
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Lovely, Alethea. β€
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Thank you, Bette β€
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I love these lines, Alethea! The giants seek seekers… forever looking for the one who will stop and remember. I also feel my eyes never blink so I wouldn’t miss any one who cares to remember.
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Thank you, Miriam. Iβm so glad you can relate to the poem.
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You’re welcome, Alethea! It was very insightful.
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These lines got me, “They watch. Eyes following too slowly to be caught” This proves to be true. π Beautiful piece.
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I’m so glad you know it as truth. Thank you for your kind comments.
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