Stone
i am but a dirty stonethrown into a stagnant pool
a thud a sickly splash
ripples quickly vanish
all that's left of me
is lying in the murky waste
drowned dumb dead as stone
cold and uncaring
i stare from the shallow sludge
sunlight drifts downward
too weak to warm
too feeble to illuminate
here i wait
patiently silently
for the storm
to wash me away
at 5:56 PM
7 Comments:
dear fuzztexas..............please send us your left over rain..we are desperate here..i keep doing nekkid rain dances to bring on the rain here...and it rains evrerywhere but here..i need to find tune my ass...
Depressing :\
Wait - maybe you aren't a stone at all but a dirt clod, waiting to melt away, to nourish the grass around whose roots you lie. I didn't know they had stones in Texas cow fields...
granny: The rains have left. I tried to herd them your way but sorry there was no such luck.
pixie: I can't be happy smiley all the time. But I do try.
terry: There are lots of Indian Sex Stones laying around.
Is that what you are? tee hee. What do they do?
Now I'm depressed...definitely depressed. ;)
Jo, sorry about that depression.
Maybe this post will turn that frown upside down.
http://blugstuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/ode-to-vienna.html
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