Sacred Stones

stones fell from your mouth

heavy,

sharp, jagged stones

unground by time; young earth

stones -

frantically I collected them, supplicating

to understand

to read

meaning in their veins –

no wisdom

no purpose, no

pause

to these stones -

cutting they bled my soul red; staining

the rock ...

anxious to

build something sacred, pure

from the cruelty; constructing wall upon wall

piling the fossilized stones,

encircling,

sealing until

lull, no longer able to experience

weight from stones

falling-

I hang a crucifix

within

the inner walls, focus on the wounds

await

metamorphosis

bkmackenzie

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Posted for Poets United - Think Tank Thursday #14 - Wall

Mister Moses

Sultry is a song that
rhymes with sweat, a sinful sound that
calls for scotch on the rocks with a twist
of a lustful mind...
Sultry calls for the hum
of bamboo ceiling fans and a heated discussion, hot with the
displeasure of life -tempered by the passion of what
is about to be played out in front of you - the scene, the silence shattered wide open
with a thundering voice, throwing gravel as it
paves its way straight to that which you want have kept

in wrap -the warning of an encompassing storm
within -
and your palms sweat

across the wooden floor
walks a man -
that man who you have
only known of in the recesses
of dreamless nights
and there he stands,
the lines on his face
the calluses on his hands -
applified
by a shirt soaked, stained
in sweat  -

you breathe in the moment
and know you will finally be shown
the promised land
- you will arrive,
your Mister Moses has arrived...

My God you have wandered so long in that desert.....

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010

This post is for Think Tank Thursday at Poets United.....the word is Sultry