A weighty wait

Stock still stone slabs
a petrified conclave, amassing moss
and weeds that find the barely-there in-betweens
I imagine them once jostling for attention
imperceptible to other than the sculptor
just to be the chosen one, rubbed
dubbed, clubbed until lithic ensoulment
cuts out tunnels, grasps a speck of light
shape-shifting poetry as form

Stock still stone slabs
remain in vain, for the sculptor
is long gone – consumed – her passion spent
and all their future possibilities, becomings
will only feel the unforgiving hands of time
the four distorting winds of change
sunlight on whitening faces
weathered into one weighty wait

Written for Sarah’s Poetics prompt: Waiting for a poem

34 Comments on “A weighty wait

  1. I like the repetition of ‘Stock still stone slabs’, which gives them substance. I also love the sound of ‘amassing moss’, ‘rubbed / dubbed, clubbed’ and ‘lithic ensoulment’. I feel sorry for the slabs, waiting in vain for the sculptor to bring them to life. A weighty wait indeed.

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    • thank you Kim – yes that repeat line stuck in my head – the stones have such presence and to me conjured something between an embryo and a headstone

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  2. Lots of lovely chimes and alliteration here. I can’t help feeling sorry for all that lost potential, the stones that missed their chance.

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  3. Excellent use of wait/weight; sestinas haunt us still. Sculptors amaze me, as they envision the figures hidden in the stone.

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  4. Waiting to be formed by the hands of another. This is thought provoking.
    Your words are very rhythmic. I like that.

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  5. I like the allusion to poetry. I imagine this as being about words that will never leave the pens of poets we have lost.

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  6. This is well written Laura . A fascinating form of waiting. Waiting on the sculptor that wil never come.

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  7. kaykuala

    I imagine them once jostling for attention
    imperceptible to other than the sculptor
    just to be the chosen one,

    Come to think of it. Just how did they feel being chosen from one of the other. There must be something that they could offer that they got chosen. A great twist to the prompt Laura!

    Hank

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  8. What might have been, there is a sadness in this, the passing of time and things left undone.

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