The Stone I Own
She Drilled a hole through it
A faux diamond 8 mm bit
Couldn’t afford the real thing
Passed the noose
Made a pendant
To hide an empty heart
Like a millstone
When it calls to a well,
Or water
The cloth sack to take the kittens,
Back to heaven,
It weighs me down.
I wish on it.
But the pebble just dashed the hope
And I hung on a threadbare rope
Of your return
Fumble its significance.
Like an oyster would the grit,
Or the snarl of the mares cold bit,
Held back emotion and lies
It weighs me down
In this pendant
Contained the soul of me
All concentrated and eider
Its pumice and its grey
Rubs the v neck down
this apple of my throat
a reminder of a man
Anxiously sometimes
You may see my fingers there
And a thousand mile stare
As I daydream
Merely a passenger in life
Touching the stone I own
clarissa mckone
Tue 31st Aug 2010 01:50
I think its great as it is