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
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Stone by Marieta Maglas )

Enter the verification code :

  • 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

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]