Rough as Sandstone

Poem rough as sandstone

layered with story

still with time

::

the heart stone

offered, found.

-wrensong

Stones in the Desert #2

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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One Response to Rough as Sandstone

  1. tmhHoover says:

    These hearts of ours … found in stone, found in the bits and pieces in the life around us. Telling us all we need to know. Lovely stone.

    http://terihoover-crystal-iris-images.blogspot.com/2012/02/gift-for-heart.html

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