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There is only stone left...
by Sheila Roy

Saturday, July 23, 2011
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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There is only stone left…

 

This cave hid away families in the dark

From people who would return them to dust (even the newborns)

Sometimes they had to huddle for days

Scared and hungry, palm to palm most the while

And now they’re gone…to what end, I don’t know,

But eventually they found their way back,

Because I feel them with me here and now,

Still huddling in their worn blankets,

Ever-watching as the tourists pass through,

Oblivious to anything more than stones steeped in history

But I stay and feel…pushing my energy into the shadows

I sense how the nighttime was an ominous, beating thing to them,

And at full-dark they were fireflies blinking side-by-side

Lips moving; silent prayers…that their light not be extinguished

…that darkness not regurgitate the enemy while they rest

(Because their numbers never seemed to wane!),

Anyway, how could this cold and dreary place be anyone’s last-resting?

 

And with daylight came hope, dangling on a string before them

Dashed – when the echo of determination made it back to their ears

Encroaching warrior-cries just Death’s finger, as he trailed it along a spine

(And we all know how he enjoys puppeteering our fears)

 

Another family passes through, eyeing me warily

I guess it is an odd place for a gal to ‘reflect’

But I can’t help but wonder when these spirits will be ‘seen’ again,

And I imagine that kind of loneliness is inside us all;

Mysterious nighttime, puffed at the chest like a fighter,

A dragon set on swallowing dragonflies,

And into that little cave we retreat…so deep we think we can’t be reached,

But one day someone who can really ‘see’ passes through;

The only light you would’ve followed out of that cave,

Because that light burned brighter than the others

And then gone are the haunting warrior-cries and the sense of despair

 

I make my way towards the next cave

The kids in front of me have sticks and they’re weed-wacking as they walk

Their parents are arguing about where to eat dinner

I hang back…

Knowing it was just stone to them,

Thinking about how many treasures go unnoticed

 

 

Sheila Roy ~ Copyright July 23, 2011

 

 

Down in My Bones
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Reviewed by Amor Sabor 7/30/2013
I had long ago left those visions by the wayside as nothing more could be done...the ability to see some things would often be overwhelming and best left to someone who no longer feared. These shadows locked in stone are reminders of our mortal fate and how the end is unleashed upon each and every one of us. I no longer wish to be reminded so I surrounded myself with vignettes of life. Your writing always takes me back and I fly in the magic of spontaneous imagination as if I see what you see. Beautiful work. I am always astounded.
Amor
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 10/30/2011
You make me want to stretch a bit and spend time reflecting. Brilliant. Love it Liz
Reviewed by Axilea MU 8/5/2011
Different worlds... and you are a link, a witness. I like to feel that, as a reader, I am sharing your deep reflections.

Axilea
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 8/4/2011
Absolutely brilliant

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviewed by Jon Willey 8/1/2011
Sheila, you've triggered my imagination and ushered in a period of self examination as I am certain most of your readers experienced. A tremendously articulate rendering that has sent expression on an excursion, an exploration. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by JMS Bell 7/30/2011
FUNNY HOW OUR OWN EFFORTS TO SURVIVE CAN FOOL US INTO THINKING WE'VE LEFT NO STONE UNTURNED. WE GO THROUGH OUR UPS AND OUR DOWNS IN LIFE AND WE THINK WE'VE DONE OUR BEST...OR...ARE DOING OUR BEST, WHEN ALL THE WHILE WE'VE LEFT A STONE UNTURNED. REJECTED AND IGNORED BY MOST...THE STONE PATIENTLY WAITS. WAITS, TO BE CHOSEN, WAITS...TO BECOME THE HEAD CORNERSTONE OF OUR LIVES. THIS IS A POWERFUL MESAGE, PRESENTED IN AN UNIQUE PROSE WORK. VERY WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 7/26/2011
I just love to read your point of view on spirituality, you do this very well. Sincerely enjoyed this, Sheila...

Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by richard cederberg 7/25/2011
Enjoyed Sheilafriend. For me (in my myriad (at times despondent) struggles) patience is one of my most treasured tools as the search spreads out and deepens. Whatever you are going through is honing your gift. Take care and stay well ... richard
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 7/25/2011
Extraordinary, fine write, Sheila! One to be read again and again! ~Hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 7/25/2011
Absolutely beautiful, Sheila! Thank you for sharing this gem! A keeper!

Hugs,
Anna
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 7/24/2011
This is great poetry and the family at the end sums up so much. There is a strong presence to this experience and you convey it nicely. excellent. ~ Morgan
Reviewed by John Flanagan 7/24/2011
This is tremendous writing, Sheila,
multi-faceted, highly articulated poetry;
your observations and reflections range as much
within as without, reaching the heart of matters.
I'm saving this to savour many times over.
Kudos!

John
Reviewed by George Carroll 7/24/2011
The ending tops off an insightful bit of prose, wonderfully written.

Georgexx
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 7/24/2011
Sheila, What a wonderful philosophical reflection, using extraordinary eloquence and many layers of intricate thought and cleverly understated emotion!
Blessings,
Christine

Reviewed by Kate Burnside 7/24/2011
the nighttime was an ominous, beating thing to them,
And at full-dark they were fireflies blinking side-by-side

awesome lines, Sheila, and you have completely transported us to their world - and back again to the miseries of contemporary family life with all its petty whinings!! Makes me think of the caves around Sedona, Arizona and in New Mexico and how humbling it was to even tread the same earth as your forebears. Wonderful writing as always, xx

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 7/24/2011
My friend you embarked on a soul-searching journey here, and you are adept at the why and ways of the insecure and the crippled in heart. I was so shocked by what I was reading I had to recheck the author of it, and sure enough, yes indeed, it was you, my friend Shelia Roy. That this masterpiece does into my library goes without saying, but I said it anyway.

Caves. We all have our own particular cave, hoping it will hide up against the ugly. I'm impressed.
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 7/24/2011
Powerfully thought provoking, Sheila. So many treasures go unnoticed by so many.
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 7/23/2011
What an incredible insight you have shared so effectively through your wonderful verses, Sheila. I am left breathless and awed. So well done, my friend. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love, hugs, and best wishes to you,

Regis



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