Poem: Stone
from writing workshop
Hello Reader!
I am sharing a poem from a recent beginner writing workshop, where the instruction was to write about the stone in front of us and use description. The exercise below is as raw as it can be. Let me know what you think! Should I write more of those?
Stone Where do you come from? Fitting right into my hand Not too heavy, not too light Pink at the first sight, but with second the shade goes deeper, leaning towards brown, touched by dark red There is a healed crack on your side What happened to you? Did you let the wound be covered in ground out of necessity... or by a choice I love your hairline cracks too, like soft wrinkles, white layer of gentle touch on top Maybe from times when you settled by the sea I wish you could talk I long for the knowledge from your lifespan Tousands years longer than mine Whoever touched you hundred years ago You were a different stone at the time
Thank you for reading,
Markéta N.
Very beautifully done!
This is so beautiful… this stone became a treasure, because you treasured it 💙