STONES

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Submitted Date 08/08/2022
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I love not the chill of night

Not in this winter

Where the spaces are too wide

And the silences too empty

I wake in that dark

Shaking for light in a false dawn

And I am filled by this life

Undone

Unmeasured

Utterly unremarkable

 

This is a house of winter

Where every wall sticks fast

And burns deep

I see figures accusing dim

Through breath-limned windowpanes

And fingers tracing clear

Mark a stroke for each untenable failing

'til their eyes glint

like flaked obsidian

Through the bars of my solitary cell

 

Alone

In a room insulated

By a million years of death

I tear skin from muscle

Searching for life

In the warmth of my own blood

I kneel on virgin knees

And no rage breaches my flesh

Only hard tears and cold

Surrender

 

While the gods sit mute

And politely consider

This hollow vessel

I know but one revelation

 

I weep for stones

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  • Lillian Shaw 1 year, 5 months ago

    I love how you write so mysteriously and with such depth, it is a unique approach that I appreciate seeing.

    • William Hiles 1 year, 5 months ago

      Thank you. I tend to write through my emotions (or, from them)--as shaped by various inspirations. Dreams. Poetry. Music. Imagery. I'm always seeking to convey a moment, a point in time, silence, and reflection. All that might sound a bit pretentious, and perhaps it is. In simpler terms, I write what moves me, what expresses my understanding (or misunderstanding) of being alive. Thanks for reading.