So… it’s been a while. Almost two months. Two months of busy-life-induced writer’s block. It was a struggle to pick up the pen, which may explain why this offering turned out so abstract. The lack of punctuation probably didn’t help, but that was intentional.

I began with a prompt at Poetic Bloomings to write about goals, achievements, victory, etc. One of my goals is to live an abundant life, instead of merely existing. All you moms in survival mode know exactly what I mean, right?

I took that as my starting point and gathered my inspirational stew. First was the statue of Nike, the winged goddess of victory. Next, were the stone figures in Narnia that turned back to flesh when Aslan breathed on them. I finished it off with a dash of “heart of flesh” à la Ezekiel.

The beauty of poetry is that it can speak differently to different people. That is why I don’t often give explanations of my work. And because it makes me seems cooler and more legit. Consider yourself special.

Turning Stone

I am turning stone
Heat hardened into clasts
Of sedimentary freeze

Standing among statues
Relegated memorials that exist
But do not breathe

Days run into days
As echoes of life reverberate
With tremors of discontent

Fearing your chisel
Hammered pain gouged
Into my deepest chest

I see my heart of stone
Turning in your hands
Into something warm

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