The Secret Life of Stones

The Secret Life of Stones

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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a secret

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Stones are family. They move in earth and water, and are so strong they cannot be beaten. Stones live within themselves, without fear.

They change in winter through ice and in summer through sun.
Without regret they may turn to dust., eternal in changed forms.

They are distant from foolishness and do not hurt for scant reason.
On a summer evening I will take a warm stone in the palm of my hand
and thus address you 

On the last day let me be you.
You are proved to be the better.

© 2012 Leslie Philibert


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Tis so true: you've only to sit on a stoney shore and look around, pick up, feel the varying shapes, the curves, the angles, note the way light enhances, the different types of stone - tis like observing and touching humankind, so many .. and there's always one that seems more perfect, most beautiful. Not sure of my interpretation but ..

Posted 11 Years Ago


well this is fantastic, but I have to admit that my tiny brain does not understand it all, great title and analogies You are touched by genius my friend

Posted 11 Years Ago


Really interesting Leslie

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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