Literary Orphans

Rocks by Joe Bisicchia

Rocks have personalities

I think

maybe.

Got to get to know them.

 

Granite, some hide under stripes.

Some are forgotten and unseen.

Some are indiscreet in the scene,

forward and falling and hard to miss.

 

Some are forgiving.

Those welcoming, we see them

and they are there in their grain

and we are quick to touch.

 

Some allow themselves to be lifted,

to fly, but some not as much.

Some are willing to be misused,

willing to be weaponry as such.

 

Some skip the water,

and others cut the skin.

Some open windows

and others drum upon the tin.

 

Some express themselves stubbornly,

hard to handle, and hard to shake.

They rather be what they are, free

and let it be.

 

Some, for that freedom,

another’s back they will break.

Some are easily broken,

and spread across the bleached road.

While others, no matter their weight

are willing to be wedged into place

and sacrifice their own backs

to carry the runaway trains.

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Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is www.widewide.world.

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–Art by Piotr Kaczmarek