The Entertainment and Sports Law club at L&C is holding an exhibition of poetry, art, etc. The art goes up today and will be in the LRC for a week. I'm contributing six poems; come read them!
This poem is in a form called the ghazal.
The waves smooth down the shell and the stone.
The shell crumbles. The stone remains stone.
You think your vision is clouded?
Close your eyes and see like a stone.
Climb the mountain, but sit at the summit;
invite inside the craggy peace of stone.
We all lose something in the fall; rain must shatter.
Gravity may choose to be kinder to stone.
In the end, water always wins.
Given time, it will crack the most solid stone.
Lover, thanks for letting me know. And it's fine;
your visit was not set in stone.
Please don't assume I'm angry
when my face is slack like stone.
The basics remain the most effective instruments.
No weapon fits in the palm as neatly as a stone.
Does the hermit crab ever wish he could stop all this shell business
and live in a house of stone?
The world will always remember
the day you cast the first stone.
What shooting first and paying second gets you;
a prison of flash-frozen stone.
How extensive are these catacombs?
The deepest heart of the earth is not made of stone.
Trolls rejoice and roast their prey by moonlight.
Sunshine turns them instantly to stone.
History is written by the winners;
the past is not set in stone.
Trees must bend to survive the storm.
For a short time, the storm bows to the stone.
I ran the poem from the previous post through google translator a dozen times or so, then took the best lines from a couple different versions and made something new! So here's the new
When I break my body can die.
I am completely free.
Starfish, I love you.
Rise again today,
following before you return.
If you try to make a vaccine,
will not need it.