Stones of Gaia

Posted: October 4, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Stonehedge


The stones take hold,

vibrating,

pounding through the bones,

echoing from vague cathedrals

of remembered futures and real fantasies

to coasts w/castles that stand stoic,

solitary.

Memory plays tricks and

treats the deja vu

w/slight-of-hand,

keeping that familiar

image

tantalizing, tingling, dancing

back into the mist.

And those stones,

standing on a hill,

their glow surreal,

charged w/Gaia’s blood,

Her magic.

Static through every moon’s face,

Laced w/ill-defined fairy tales.

Tragic that so few

can breath Her sweet scent

and have the cloying fragrance

fill every pore to the brim

until the burning light

is coursing through

grey-matter-jelly, legs, arms,

stripping the heart to its meaty core,

birthing ideas as children

but bearing our most tender

child,                                                                Hope.

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was published in my book, Exploits of a Sun Poet.The spoken word recording was included in my album also named Exploits of a Sun Poet. Hope you like it.

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Comments
  1. White Pearl says:

    such a beautiful piece….soothing.

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