The stone isn’t dull;
it’s just too shy to shine.
The stone isn’t still;
it’s just practicing an extreme economy of gesture.
The stone isn’t mute;
it’s just making up its mind how to begin.
When I lived in a glass house
it was my most honored guest.
Clean & simple, and a surprise ending too/ a pleasing, satisfying piece/ Thanx
I like this poem Dave. Like most of your work, it is witty and fun.
Thanks, Robbi and namelessneed. This was in part a response to Charles Simic’s great line (from an untitled prose poem in The World Doesn’t End): “A stone is a mirror which reflects poorly.” My last stanza is especially Simician, I think.
Fine sly reversals here. I particularly like how you find the redemption of the negatives.
Thanks. I was thinking of some of the introverts and Aspergersy folks I know.