A stone is a stone.it’s reached its final form,it’s shrunk, it hasn’t grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth’s crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with […]
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Stone
Weathered by seasons, clothed in life’s lichens, weighted and leaning, no longer standing proud. Anchored by gravity, fissures and cavities, gathering dew and rain, longing for sun again soon. Kim M. Russell, 22nd February 2019 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Timeless #writephoto
A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss
Sculpted by seasons Tumbled by a watercourse On a river bank M O S Spores drift in a cloud Nuclear showers of green rain Exploding on the breeze Kim M. Russell, 16th September 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Brainteaser #1 Introduction and first challenge We have a new feature, a tricky one, in which […]
Stone walls still stand…
along the lane, overhung with lemon leaves, lazily swung like rope across the landscape. At their rugged, naked feet, mud is sun–baked and crumbling, draped with dried-up weeds and grass, where humans rarely pass, only rain, wind and mice that burrow, deep beneath the footing, a tissue of tunnels and apertures adorned with a glint […]
Stone
with a humble stone we can grind grains to make bread or finish a wall leaving clouds to do their job: gather rain, then let it fall Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of woman grinding grain found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1169 humble In this episode Chèvrefeuille has shared another poem by […]
Stone and Bone
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Prompt #46: “What’s Left of the Flag” by Flogging Molly Crossing the borders of sanity Into lands unknown, Losing hope of humanity, Braving the future alone. Bearing the flag of freedom, Tattered and wind-blown; Grasping at remnants of reason In a handful of stone and bone. Craving for crumbs […]
I was reminded of this by meredith84’s drawing ‘The long goodbye’
When I saw meredith84’s drawing, its strong lines and round shapes reminded me of a love poem I wrote some time ago. I can imagine the drawing being developed into a piece of sculpture. Stone When you are gone I am like a solitary stone On the shore, Washed up by the sea, Threatening in […]
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