If facing the paper, your thought is 'I am an artist', you have no clue what to do. If the concepts of your function are, 'I am a shape maker, an entertainer, an expressive symbol collector'...then you have an explicit road map. Edgar Whitney

Monday, August 8, 2011

Stubborn as Stone

I sent my love a naked lithotint,
gold print on stone. 

He says I’m a kind of rock
plants grow on,
a stone swallower,
rock borer,
fossilized fruit,
a concretion in his veins.

I assert that
for my fire I have flint,
to furrow the rows of my garden
I have a small stone adze;
live and worship in a stone circle.  

A stone that falls to earth I become
phosphorescent when heated.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Marisa, shouldnt you have a comma after "earth" in the penultimate line? Somehow the scansion doesn't jibe with the rest of the poem. Maybe "phoshorescent" is too long a word.