poems
September 25, 2025
Superior Sonnet
The rocks are small and smooth to touch and take. A beach, not for sand castles, but gazers. Ahead all gray and stoic lies the lake. Who hides behind rippling iron waters What ancient god wrapped in aquatic shawl Showing themself only in the epic Places of water stone and sky? Your call Taunting, waiting ,ignored and tragic. Three stones are now vanished from beach and gone To sit on window sill and there to stay Far from home at the feet of the Wild One A reminder of gods so far away. How does a piece of stone keep...