SDC (64 yrs. old / Missouri)

The Breath Of A Stone

One time I saw something rare. It was a
stone breathing.
I had found it in a field, alone, by itself.
I watched it for 10 years, until I was older.
I would put my head down next to it, eye
level, and watch it breathe.
I would put my hand upon it and feel it
expand and release.
I never picked it up.
After I had moved away, I visited it once
more..
and kissed it.

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Comments (2)

a very captivating quality. fairy-esque quality lightly troubling. nice work. -Tailor B.
Susan, interesting poem, different and unique... almost mystical. Well done! ! Brian