What Turned To Stone

What Turned To Stone​

"What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?"
- T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.

what tries to grow out of this cold
unfolds wings from nothing
nurtured with meager protection
nourished with watery milk

whose fingers try to burrow
dry clay, impenetrable rock
who wants to excavate what turned
to stone?

in preservation conservation hides
in self protection
arms as withered branches
wrap around what turned
to stone, know that deep inside
one little ember glows, still glows

one small drop of water
remains, once a pool in polished
rounded slab of stone, rubble
remaining consciousness

this is what grows
one seed of hope
one tiny root
one water drop
one glowing ember

cold remains in
a warm heart that blindly
searches, searches.


March 25, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
I won't be posting poetry for a while.