The Stone Remains Silent Even When Disturbed
In whose tongue
do you dream?
I fall closer to death
than birth, yet
the moon’s sliver
still parts the bare
branches and an unfilled
trench divides the
ground. Bit by bit,
we separate – you
remain in the earth,
recumbent, as I gather
years in stride.
Even the rain
leaves us alone.
O at the Edges 
brilliant as always, my friend! absolutely brilliant.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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You are very kind, Afzal. Thank you.
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You are very humble, Robert. Thank YOU for your always brilliant pieces. Warmest wishes and peace ✌
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Recumbent…. stone speaks. Great to read.
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Thank you, Jan. Some stones have a lot to say…
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Intrigued by the unfilled trench … possibilities.
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A mundane image from real life, but it seemed somehow right for the poem.
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Love that tight stanza structure! It brings me back to the Ted Hughes line about “the closed faces of stones.”
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Thanks, Gary. I seem to have quite a few stones in my life.
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Those lines (“you / remain in the earth / recumbent, as I gather // years in stride”) unforgettable! Another powerful beauty, Bob!
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Aw, shucks, Lynne. Thank you.
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Very nice poem!
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Thank you!
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Your welcome
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You always hit the mark, but this one in particular stopped me in my tracks. Breath-taking.
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Your are generous, Robert. Thank you.
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I often find myself talking to stones, I thought I had rocks in my head, and now I’m happy to know I’m not alone……
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Ivor, you don’t have to worry until they speak back to you, and then only if they make sense.
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Ok, I won’t take my stethoscope next time…..
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What a mesmerizing, mixed blessing it is to be given a rare, forbidden glimpse into a notion to which we’re simply not supposed to be privy, to be informed as to a question we didn’t know we weren’t asking, to which it may be just as well that there’s no answer forthcoming… *head spinning*
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Those questions, those little intrusions, keep me going. 🙂
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Me too, I think, paradoxically enough… 🙂
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😄
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I have only had one or two dreams in another language
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I don’t have many, and they’re always surprising.
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I dream a lot in general but language is seldom involved.
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Same here.
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Stunning, mesmerising, imagery
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Thank you, Derrick.
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Good read…wonderful !
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Thanks very much.
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Loved this one, Robert!
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Thank you, Dianne!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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we separate, you remain recumbent in the earth, that is really powerful
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I like this, Bob – do we fall towards death or rise? Or both?
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Perhaps there is no gravity in death, no direction, no up or down. Perhaps.
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Perhaps seems to come into my thoughts and writing often…… another frequent beginning is “sometimes”
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Those words make frequent appearances in mine, too. I sometimes edit them out. Perhaps. Maybe. 🙂
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