Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Out of the Stone

The stone, with sharp crust
biting my hands.
Lifting it made me
think of you.

for taking me canoeing
on the Black River,
the day after dad's funeral.

I cut my knee
and blood spilled freely.
We kept paddling downstream,
had to walk back to the truck
(or you did).

I stayed and swam
under the bridge.
October warm days,
water out of the rock.


  1. I love your take on the prompt today! I could see the river and feel the rock... great imagery!

  2. Even though it has the ideas of a funeral and even personal injury, there is something really comforting here. Lovely poem.

  3. beautiful poem giving thanks and gratitude to someone. Very sweet, and like a little story I could visualize. loved it. thanks!

  4. Simple acts of kindness can stay with us for a lifetime, as they should. Loved this. X

    1. Thank you Shah and Beth. It was a very kind thing for this man to do considering he is a bit of a stone emotionally. Than you for your comments.

  5. I like the simplicity of it. Lovely. The first and last lines are my favorites...brings it full circle with the rock.