Treasure Island

Marieta Maglas

(19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania)

The Stone


A stone rolling herself from a mountain peak
apparently falls. Actually, she seeks the deep
meaning of life. She ends by sinking to become
river rock memorizing the history in her fossil.

This stone has feelings. She feels the tears
of time, and the drops of rain. A river rock is
cheerfully shining in the sunlight, but she's
sad in the shadow of the mountain, melancholic

in the moonlit, and dreamy at night, especially
when the river embraces her with his waves.
This rock remains lonely in the dried up
riverbed for a very long time to reflect on

her own existence. She is the same stone
cracking, staying in the altar of sacrifice, or
becoming the head of the corner, as Jesus
said. But, sometimes, she may become a

symbol as a philosopher's stone, or she
may be the top of a pyramid. Regardless of
her structure, she will never bend, and she will
never change her being, because a stone will

always remain a part of the mountain from
which she was detached.

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 01, 2013
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  • Hans Vr (3/3/2013 6:14:00 AM)

    What a great poem, Marieta.
    So true, not all falls are falls. When we apparently fall we may discover the depths that others do never get to know. We get a thousand impressions and are able to fossilise history. We may fulfill so many functions but in the end we remain that stone, belonging to that enormous montain. No matter what, the beauty of the stone will eternalise in the eye of the beholders and be passed on from generation to generation before it becomes sand. You just got me in a dreamy mood and I was fantasising a bit on the imagesused in our poem. Only great poems tend to do that. (Report) Reply

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