A Stone

This flowed out, or as Jennifer Natalia Fink would put it - it was vomited out. After, I did a small amount of arranging. I had been gifted with the title and then sat on a free balcony and aimed my insides at a blank page. In some ways the page remains blank, the writer isolated. And yet, the poem is written, is now outside, here for you to see:

My heart is like a stone

which is to say

I feel alone

which makes no sense,

because I feel,

hence my heart

is not a stone.

Stones, oh so hard

and my heart is

hardened too

and its all

because of you;

or was it you

or you know who?

Stones are used

to build huge structures

out of will.

If you plan it,

you can have it,

a great palace

from a stone.

A stone sits alone,

does it have to?

What can be done?

The castle waits,

bemoans her fate,

but knows better

than to phone.