Stones Rest


The Morgue File
Dianne Hope



i feel stones in the cracks of my feet
wedged between souls
left too long in the wind
to know their way home

lost, they find solace in small things,
the feel of sand
in the mind's eye
stirring memories
into paths.

i feel them most in winter,
when all souls seek sleep.
I lay down stones
in the shadows of their desire
hoping we both will rest soon.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

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  1. kaykualaJuly 25, 2015 at 7:10 AM

    I feel them most in winter
    when all souls seek sleep

    Providence is always there to protect Eventually all will face the Maker when one slowly ages.
    Well penned Audrey!

    Hank

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  2. Sunday Reflections or Stumbling Towards Happiness by Bill HollandJuly 25, 2015 at 7:43 AM

    There has been a noticeable lack of work from you this summer. I, for one, feel cheated. :)

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    1. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJuly 25, 2015 at 8:32 AM

      Hi Bill! I have been reading more and prepping more for submissions---in some ways it has felt very peaceful

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  3. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 26, 2015 at 9:59 AM

    This poem is really different or unexpected. I like the memento mori feel to it and thought the final stanza to be most poignant.

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  4. scotthastiepoetJuly 26, 2015 at 10:08 AM

    I feel then too, Audrey.. Marvellous to be reading your soulful work again...

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  5. Vinay Leo R.July 26, 2015 at 10:55 AM

    Almost a haunting feel to this piece. Like Kerry says, quite unexpected. Very well written!

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  6. Sanaa RizviJuly 26, 2015 at 11:42 AM

    I agree this is beautifully haunting.. and tends to leave a huge impact on the reader :D
    Have a great week ahead!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  7. MaryJuly 26, 2015 at 11:46 AM

    I hope they are able to find their needed rest....

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  8. Donna@LivingFromHappinessJuly 26, 2015 at 12:40 PM

    Audrey this definitely has a haunting feeling to it...I like the idea of stirring memories into paths...making me think a lot!

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  9. totomaiJuly 26, 2015 at 4:12 PM

    memories can't be buried, will always be a part of us. forgotten yes.

    hauntingly beautiful piece of writing

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 26, 2015 at 4:44 PM

    "...souls left too long in the wind...." so beautiful! I loved this one, Audrey.

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  11. Wendy BourkeJuly 26, 2015 at 4:59 PM

    A wonderful extended metaphor, thoughtfully rendered. Lovely!

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  12. AnonymousJuly 26, 2015 at 7:21 PM

    Like the first stanza ... stones in the cracks of my feet!

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  13. Sumana RoyJuly 26, 2015 at 8:05 PM

    "the feel of sand / in the mind's eye / stirring memories / into paths."...i resonate with this so much...beautiful lines...

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  14. Jae RoseJuly 27, 2015 at 6:15 AM

    The opening line alone is thought provoking enough - the rest is magic!

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  15. TorieJuly 27, 2015 at 12:58 PM

    'they find solace in small things' sometimes it's the small things that matter most. I enjoyed this very much, Audrey.

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  16. XJuly 27, 2015 at 1:20 PM

    laying the stones in the shadows of their desire
    so you can both find rest. I really like the interplay
    of the elements - and nice play early on with the feet
    and the souls. Ha.

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  17. Gen Giggles July 28, 2015 at 7:55 AM

    We wander along not really knowing where we are going, Great poem.

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  18. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 29, 2015 at 3:06 AM

    I like your tenderness towards these lost souls.

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