Progressing Poetry

Stones Surface

  Stiff and still, you'll bend and bow,

Trip in deep waters to find your arrow,

Teeter totter, you'll fall in snow,

Upon your horse, shorter than a crow.

Tears unseen by a crystal glow,

Singular fish alone in a show,

Sinking deeper, pierce the arrow,

Before any longer it seeks the marrow.  

-Maxem