sure, stone breaks
into smaller stones
but it doesn’t change
really–
unless you count
no longer holding together
as a kind of growing
it takes patience
to wait for the right
soft
to weather edges
that never will
fuse to wholeness
this city
what’s left after war
that does not follow us
a trail of broken rooftops
& empty helmets
rattling like cranial beads
around Kali’s neck
only flesh comes together again
the scars we call healing
stitched closed
not seamless, but
joining the pieces
we save for
breathing monuments.
for http://franzad.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/a-storm-is-comming/
Susan Daniels Poetry 
This is good. It seems to fit with your Apocalypse theme too. Breathing monuments – a great image, really makes your mind ping out to what that encompasses.
Thanks, Mike. I agree that it does fit with that theme–this is darker than my happy today wanted to write, but I had fun letting my mind go where it would after reading the poem. I thought about tying this into my apocalypse series, but I have this WONDERFUL duet thing I am doing with Noel for the next one, and I want to put it out there some time today–do not want to double up on the apocalypse, if you catch my drift… By the way, I need to go find a priest and confess that I asked a Catholic to write about the rapture, but I don’t think priests take confessions from Baptists, do they?
These days of ‘believer poverty’, I think they take anything they can get!!
LOL, probably would–the confessional is now open to protestants with attitude… They would have less “believer poverty” if (***removed my comment because nobody is asking for my opinion!).
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all three of you did an amazing job.
Thanks, Audra!
I’m wimping out
it is a dark one today. Hmmm. Perhaps we will hear from Noel & Obinna later…in which case I am glad I wrote before they did or there is no WAY I would follow them 😉
I feel that way about you three.. geesh
Audra, if you were not @ 600 miles away from me, I’d give your shoulders a shake! You ROCK, and I love your words. Nuff said? Gotta go get my kids, or the school won’t let me get them 😉
no your not….get a pen and let it flow…your up next time to start…
bah
🙂
Oh great stuff glad to be involved while I have the time
i love your poem, how you waved in and took my mood and transformed it. sorry for the not-happy-one, i couldnt help it, it just overcame me…
Hey–it was a GOOD not-happy-one! I just had to stretch to find my darkness today (usually not a problem for me 😉 )
This is great. “Breathing monuments” – we really are, aren’t we?
Yes, we are! Thanks so much for commenting. I have been enjoying your poetry immensely.
You’re poetry has a philosophical feel to it. Stones and patience await our trail of curiosities and bend the stars to its must questionable mark.
Excellent poem.
Charlie, thank you. I am a bit of an armchair philosopher (aren’t we all?). Love the comment–you have a seed of a poem in there.
Why thank you. Most philosophers like us tend to build a nice puzzle for the future kids to hack into now. 🙂
Hahaha–that’s brilliant!
Brilliant at its most free cost is a generous rewarding friendship we have. 🙂
🙂 yep.
I like the way you decide for that line “only flesh comes together again” to sit alone because it has such depth in this poem that I was blown away when I read it, it made me think of sex and flesh healing and even resurrection, I don’t know why.
Great poem, Susan!
Wow, Joe. I was not sure why I did that. It just felt like it had to be alone. And you’re right–that line can suggest all those things, and says it most powerfully alone. Sometimes I am not sure how my poet-mind works, so I just let it play.
which proves you have great instincts, I usually don’t pay attention to a poem’s format, but this one begged to be looked at 🙂
Thanks again, Joe.
Something we don’t often consider.
Yeah–and I never would have, but for the prompt. I like the path this took, though.