Casting; Stones & Bones



I’m awake, skipping stones
over the memory of the last lake
I visited

I’m alone, stupid anger
rattling my bones,
pain revisited

I swim like a rock,
my mother said so,
so long ago

when she saved me from drowning;
I still choke
on brackish water late at night,

I’m still floundering through life
with no safe shore in sight,
still rowing,

calloused hands, scarred organs,
still growing, still unable
to make a stone levitate

over any lake, & now
it’s too late, I can’t lift
the burden of my fate

I drift, clinging,
waves ringing around,
following the sound

of my mother’s voice
from deep within,
& I have no choice but to swim

Β© Jennifer Patino (2018)


* Note: Wow, it’s basically a companion to the poem from a year ago. I wrote this on June 21st of this year. Perhaps the old piece inspired it, I can’t be sure. Or, it’s all just the same ole’, same ole’. Regardless, I like this one. πŸ™‚

15 thoughts on “Casting; Stones & Bones

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  1. Quite the poem here, truly. One of the absolute best I’ve seen on this platform, you have a touch for introspective poetry most do not, and you give it lyricism, a rare sight nowadays.
    At the risk of sounding above fifty, I guess we could say that this is a pretty kool poem.

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