Blue Stone

MendedFences27

Blue Stone

 

Today, he found a blue stone 

and once again, his heart was broken.

His instincts said to toss it 

furiously into the ocean 

but, the red morning sunrise 

brought forth numb and haunting memories. 

A vision stood before him 

an image of his wife, Natalie 

smiling while rummaging 

for sea-stones and finding a blue one

she presented it to him 

               as though it was a miracle-stone.                 

 

Since her life was endangered  

and since both of them had hoped and prayed 

for something or anything 

he coddled her, though still terrified. 

It was but a few short months 

before she passed and he was alone.

Today, caught in memories 

he reconsidered throwing that stone. 

He remembered that her blue stone 

had given her the hope to endure. 

Now, he would place his blue stone 

alongside hers, next to her picture.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2023 16:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: People tend to cling to unusual things in times of danger.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 14
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments4

  • Doggerel Dave

    You made the connection very clear - not unusual at all, Phil; a very moving portrait of loss, grief and remembrance I'm sure many will relate to.

    • MendedFences27

      Thanks DD for your most generous comments.

    • Neville

      You could not have given your poem a better title Phil .. it stands out from the page and sets the scene perfectly for the body of its entirety .. A more than merely moving series of treasured recollections and moments wrapped in a poem of their very own .. and most sadly of all such an enjoyable read .. Neville

      • MendedFences27

        Thank you, Neville. In some places of the world blue sea stones do wash up on shore. In other places they are very rare or not at all. The color blue does have some significance here in this poem. What could be sadder than two people doomed. I was not sure if I had made it a bit too morbid. Again, Thanks,

      • Goldfinch60

        Such emotive words Phil and so true, it is those little odd things that we pick up in life that mean so much to us.

        Andy

        • MendedFences27

          Thanks Andy, I guess today we both chose to write about stones. Yes, we cling to the little things in times of trouble. Thanks.

        • L. B. Mek

          Brilliant!
          ('connectivity, a state of connate chemistry'
          be it rock or feather, a polaroid pic
          or that ticket stub from that last trip
          we cling to things, that our fingers
          can feel
          to anchor our memories within
          to safeguard our heart's, needs
          to never let Time, ravage
          that we most fervently, cherish...)

          • MendedFences27

            Thanks L.B. for a very generous comment. We treasure our memories sometimes beyond normalcy or relevance. I remember my grandmother would not let anyone throw out a beat up, falling apart sugar bowl. Apparently, it was a keepsake from her home as a child. Surely, "most fervently cherished." Thanks again.



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