He had the virtue of stones
No needs, no urges, no desires
He grew hot in summer and cold in winter
The shaman of stones
Stoic divinity
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He had the virtue of storms
Violent beyond all comprehension
But people will say
Well that’s just his way
A juxtaposition of intangibles

Tags: divinity, intangibles, juxtaposition, poems, poetry, stoic, stone, stone poet, stone shaman, stoned poet, stoned shaman, storms, verse
June 4, 2008 at 9:00 am |
Just posted this poem on the Virtual Tea House…thank you so much!
http://www.virtualteahouse.com/blogs/beth/archive/2008/06/04/on-being-a-stone.aspx