The Memories of Stone #writephoto #memory

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

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, #memory 

Salt Bath #poetry

 

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

I slipped into the water to find my soul

mirrored in the well of my belly

So this is where the scryers went, I thought,

to the stones heaved out of the body

of the Mother. Hands chiseling the hollow

to her womb. I could see time

collapsing inside of me. My eyes peering

to find the umbilicus, weaving the thread

that joins the memory of rocks to bone

My mouth tasted the salt of blood

Her water, also mine

and I knew home through the risen

mound. The pull of life forever

rocking the beat of her heart

and the self, never lost

bathed in love