Flying Stones

Flying Stones, oil painting

Flying Stones, oil painting

Propelled into sky
tumbling at lightening speed
towards my body
lying in tall green grass
maroon dirt rivulets
my face unrecognizably
fierce, against flying rocks,
stone sculptures
carved of antiquity, undone
I hide in a crevice
of a deep gulley.

For days I lie there
waiting, wanting, wavering
between two worlds
lost and untethered
until I reach out, hands first
then my arms, one by one
the stones fly over me
they never even touch me
they do not break me into pieces
even though they are out of line
and not in their common place
they thunder along without me
I am still here, alone
without brothers, without sisters
no mother, no father
in a foreign land.

2014-08-01 00.46.04

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2 thoughts on “Flying Stones

  1. Hello, hello. What a wonderful poetic journey about your life . It reminds me that it is lived in details and not the broad view of where you were and what you did. Your poetry makes me feel present in those magic moments. The people. And how interesting we all are. I feel like I hung out with you for a few days. It’s the little things in life that fascinate. I love them, Your sister who misses you, Lucia

    • Hello Lucia, What a wonderful surprise to hear you have been reading some of my poems. That means a lot to me. I think you are the first one in our family who has gone to my highintheandes blog. Love you! Magdalena

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