Stone #8

like white fruit drifting from the sky, like a swirl of cold blossoms that hide patches of hardened blackberry ice

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[some of the crystals of snow falling were huge, clumped together, like chunks of coconut, reminding me of falling white fruit, and the second image of a swirl of cold blossoms should have come first, blossoms before fruit, but that's not how the image composed itself and I had no energy to resist with insistence on some modicum of poetic logic - but I had already fallen in love with the image 'blackberry snow' -no idea where it came from- how freshly falling billowy snow tastes to my synaesthetic seeing... later in the day I was able to re-assert some poetic order to the image and called it properly 'blackberry ice' referring to the black ice on which we can slip, skid, fall, tumble...

the image sounds like a fancy fruity cocktail? I wish...]

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Stone #7

A bath lit by flame. Candles whisper at the edges of the water. And a singer whose song arises from the caves of the earth rising up through the steam.

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[A host of candles. Tealights placed around the edge of the bath. Lisa Gerrard's The Silver Tree (scroll down to find it).]

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Stone #6

A man as wide as he is tall throws birdseed. His old Jack Russell watches. Twelve rock doves peck like feathery iridescent ocean waves.

(Actually, I think I can remove the second sentence to make a better image:

A man as wide as he is tall throws birdseed. Twelve rock doves peck like feathery iridescent ocean waves.

But I leave the Jack Russell in since this distills moments in my life - I see these two nearly every day out my window, sometimes I chat with the man. And one day I will read this post, and remember them. So the image is for my own keepsake. One of the stones in my silk pouch of poetry and memory.)
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Stone #5

A sealed envelope, my nephew's present from his uncle, unexpectedly falls out from behind a bookcase. l hold it, notice the moment.
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