Years to become stone

Years to become stone …

years to become stone

No touch of kindness upon this shoulder
nor spoken wisdom to calm
No tears to open up the flood gates
no spoken love as soothing balm

Nor the erasing of visions to become memories
etched in stone forever more
Why then these hours of grieving this numbness
not there before

Let these memories die once and for all
these pains scab over again and again
Until friends perhaps a loved one
should bring that day an end

For wisdom’s best is yet to come and he should
speak much of this not less
For stone becomes a comfortable blanket
won’t keep him warm at best

Tragedy has a way of growing hard inside the soul
oh do not count the years
A young boy yet matures inside himself
silence attests to his untended tears

Worry not for the silence of the old men
forgive it soonest within the evening
But in the child look for a way to end
his broken heart his silent grieving



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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

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