stones & helmets

sure, stone breaks
into smaller stones
but it doesn’t change
unless you count
no longer holding together
as a kind of growing

it takes patience
to wait for the right
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
joiningย the pieces
we save for
breathing monuments.


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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31 Responses to stones & helmets

  1. ruleofstupid says:

    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?

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  3. unfetteredbs says:

    all three of you did an amazing job.

  4. Bruce Ruston says:

    Oh great stuff glad to be involved while I have the time

  5. franzad says:

    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…

  6. beejmckay says:

    This is great. “Breathing monuments” – we really are, aren’t we?

  7. 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.

  8. jomul7 says:

    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!

  9. nelle says:

    Something we don’t often consider.

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