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.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Ab Ovo
- The Origin of the Exclamation Mark
- Screw
- Cursor
- Shark’s Tooth
- Acorns
- Book Match
- Toenail Paring
- That Button
- Stone
- Thorn
- Knots
- Knob
- Fulgurite
- Coin
- Sugar Pill
- Peach Pit
- Eyecup
- Asterisk
- Bullet Casing
- Nipple
- Indicator Light
- Salt Crystals
- Asterisk (videopoem)
- Fish Hook
- Oak Apple Gall
- Pearl
- A Thumbnail Taxonomy of Rivets
- Wingnut
- Baby Carrots
- Computer Chip
- Thimble
- Lentil
- Blastocyst
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.