Blood From a Stone

blood from a stone_still my shivering s

My words repeat. Nothing. Your ears are closed like frozen air. You always move away, shrinking me, disappearing me into invisibility.

My words repeat. I am naming flowers. I am calling the names of birds. They remain unretrieved, hesitating on the edges of sound.

My fences are broken. My guard is falling deeper and deeper into the ground. My map shows no return.

Whispering, I stand
trembling with the elements,
my cells unmoored.

The currents swim without me,
expanding the gulf between.

blood from a stone close up

Jilly at dVerse asked for an unconventional haibun this week.  That was easy–all my writing seems somewhat alien to me right now (or maybe my poetry is just always strange and I’m only now noticing it….)

The drawings are from photos of ancient Roman sculptures that have been broken by time. Amazing how much depth and emotion hidden inside the stone was revealed by those artists.

 

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29 responses to “Blood From a Stone”

  1. thelonelyauthorblog says :

    Awesome write. Powerfully written. Bravo.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jillys2016 says :

    Most remarkable. The Haiku/Tanka series at the end is unique and fitting with your theme of frustration. Very intense.

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  3. Charley says :

    Beautifully written… and powerful! The illustrations fit wonderfully with the emotions conveyed!

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  4. Frank Hubeny says :

    Unexpected and nice: “My map shows no return”

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  5. Suzanne says :

    Such powerful writing. Walking a map with no return plotted out is a difficult passage. Your tanka at the end carries tremendous force.

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  6. deuxiemepeau says :

    This is brilliant! I was reading it casually at first while loving the sketches but then the words grabbed me and off I went. Bravo!

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  7. Waltermarks says :

    Nice comparison, your words fall on deaf ears; as if the person had a heart of stone

    Liked by 2 people

  8. Gospel Isosceles says :

    It hurts but this is how life goes on. The fractal, ever branching, separating, creating gulfs and beautiful designs at once. Love this haibun, Kerfe.

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  9. merrildsmith says :

    There seems to be more in this with every reading. It has a timeless feel–loss, grief, separations–but perhaps discovery, too. Powerful, Kerfe.

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  10. V.J. Knutson says :

    You are very talented. Your words resonated with me this morning as my husband, concentrating on some unseen, ignored my chatter.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Victoria C. Slotto says :

    Raw emotion in this one–well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Sarah Ann says :

    Beautiful – the sense of loss and frustration come across so strongly.

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