Like grinding glaciers, we form stone.

Through decades of heavy weight,

and abrasion, we’ve lost muscle tone.

Blubbery days whittled away;

scratch of bone on icy bone.

We had no idea what we could carve

left in the dark alone.

Our passions compacted,

vision starved;

the stiff striations formed

to tiny, linear furrows,

the same our necks and fingers now adorn;

worn thin, sure to be

each other’s catacombs.

©2024| K.Hartless

9 responses to “Lithification”

  1. Priceless and powerful poem that is tell telling and chilling in a good way, Katie💕👏

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    1. Thank you kindly, Cindy. 💜 I think transformation can be creepy and scary. I’m so glad you enjoyed how this one turned out.

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      1. It’s very true and you’re most welcome, always💗

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    cogent, eloquent metaphor — lithification and the process of a life passing through time.

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    1. Thank you. It sort of melded together in the last few minutes. I am very appreciative of your kind words.

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  3. stunning writing.

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    1. Thank you, Nicole. 💜

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  4. You evoke such strong emotions with this one. Wonderful!

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  5. Love the imagery here! Nice work my friend! 😊🖤

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