Stones

Stones

A Poem by DIVYA
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Just

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Under my hand's heat
Drenched by the rain of my tears
The stone remains cold

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I look for a sign
The stone watches helplessly
For It cannot speak

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I am a cold stone
No heart can beat within me
Go home to your warmth

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As orphans in sun
Our fondest pieces we leave
Guarded by a stone

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I am but a stone
Yet my hopelessness will teach
What it is to love

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© 2022 DIVYA


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DIVYA
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I see it now and it is fantastic how you have created this poetic pattern, sans dates and names but allowed us to feel the loss that you have in your life. I love your take on this...they are merely stones, but are they...they seem to wait for us, to welcome us, to provide information and a spot to rest and converse with those we hope can still hear us. Really cool my friend

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

My heartfelt thanks, my dear friend Willweb! Happy Sunday to you!



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I saw a headstone in a graveyard and was reminded of a visit to Highgate Cemetery in London. An old Victoria resting place. All those departed souls in one place. Cold marble slabs. Graveyards offer no comfort to me. The warmth is within the memories kept in my heart of those I have lost. So much to ponder on in these short stanzas dear DIVYA. So much feeling. Fabulous poetry.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

Those are very sad places indeed, dear Chris and I invariably cry.
Thank you so much for you.. read more
That stone is our last gift to the dead. It's all we can do. When I found my father's unmarked grave, I was devastated. The first thing that I did was get a marker for it. It was the only thing that I could do for him. To me, however, he was never in that grave. He was in my heart, up in heaven watching over me, a hero who died for our country. I was shattered to learn that he committed suicide. Everything that I thought I knew about my life was a lie. It took years to polish the stone that had become of my heart. My poems have been the polish, each word carving another nick into the stone. This one speaks to me in a very personal way. Once the marker was placed on his grave, I went back one more time to make sure that everything was perfect. I have never been back.

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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

Your thoughts have truly given me a different perspective on the subject, dear Linda. The stones we.. read more
Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Divya. I wish you all the same.
melancholy feel to this write - I took it to mean the cold stone of headstones/monuments in a cemetery but not sure if that was your intention. It is well written and I especially appreciate your last stanza: "I am but a stone - yet my hopelessness will teach - what it is to love." Thank you for sharing your writing!

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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

Indeed I was inspired by the headstones of my loved ones while writing these senryus down. I did tr.. read more
The question here is, what does the stone symbolize? It comes across to me as something that while cold, is not damaged by disappointment. In fact, it may be a protective device against further hurt. If so, it can also become a detriment. Yet the last stanza seems to say it can also be a teaching device. If we learn from disappointments, we can rise above them.

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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

These senryus were inspired by my recent visit to a cemetery so its mostly the headstones I am talki.. read more
nice...but the third one...that last line....the sarcasm oozes from it...
"go home to your warmth"---

being cold as a stone is really a tragic state of being.
j.

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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

Indeed, my friend, it's the worst thing to happen especially for us who want to express ourselves. .. read more
There is something really mysterious about stones; we use them for so many different reasons yet they always maintain some kind of mystical quality that always emanates a coldness within me; so the coldness of your stones here, of gravestones, headstones, is very fitting and a fantastic description. Cold stone lies above what once used to be full of life and warmth. They may not be able to speak but if we listen carefully we may hear the whispers of those they stand guard over for eternity. A lovely series of senryu, Divya. beautifully expressed in their sombre.❤

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DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

My heartfelt thanks, dear Marina. I never imagined that some day mere stones could evoke these emoti.. read more
I see it now and it is fantastic how you have created this poetic pattern, sans dates and names but allowed us to feel the loss that you have in your life. I love your take on this...they are merely stones, but are they...they seem to wait for us, to welcome us, to provide information and a spot to rest and converse with those we hope can still hear us. Really cool my friend

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

My heartfelt thanks, my dear friend Willweb! Happy Sunday to you!
A touching and poignant collection of linking senryu's, DIVYA. I enjoyed the way the senryu's flowed into each other, each linking with the next to form a cohesive whole.

Stones are such simple things yet have great meaning for us; all we leave behind is often written on a stone and their inanimate form never fails to leave a hole in the heart. Your middle senryu is particularly strong; the stone cannot speak yet it still has the will to project mourners to go home and get on with their lives. I am cold, you are warm. Live your life before you become as I am. That is a wonderful lesson in itself.

A really well written collective. Touching and infinitely relatable to those who have suffered loss. Excellent work. 🌷

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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DIVYA

3 Weeks Ago

It was very profound, what I felt yesterday. Strangely enough, it wasnt, the stones of my loved ones.. read more
I am a collector of stones. I have thousands in my rock garden. I have the great lakes near. I like the shiny ones.
"As orphans in sun
Our fondest pieces we leave
Guarded by a stone"
The above lines were my favorite. Thank you dear Divya for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


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Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

We do turn colder with sadness. On a Sunny day. The sun will warm-up the cold stone dear Divya.
DIVYA

2 Weeks Ago

God bless you for those words, dear friend, they warm the very depths of my heart.
Coyote Poetry

1 Week Ago

You are welcome dear Divya.

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Added on November 18, 2022
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