Steadfast-slab Soliloquy
set in stone
a tome, a tomb
slow to erode
unmoved by storm’s
wet starved moan
leftovers torn
forlorn, stone cold
bones hold known tones
strummed by the stubborn
turned to stone
struck, stuck outta luck
stored enduring alone
a stone’s throw
from home
Today’s Quadrille #137 prompt from De Jackson at dVerse is to “carve a poem out of the word stone.” The Quadrille is a poem of 44 words. (Images taken by me this evening. The light was really nice. Glad I went searching for stones)
Experience Writing 
I love the rhythm and alliteration and assonance in this. It reads wonderfully.
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Thank you so much.
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Loved all the long o and short u sounds.
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Thank you. I’m glad.
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Wonderfully carved words!
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😊
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You seriously rocked those vowel sounds, Maria. This is amazing. I love it.
❤
David
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Thank you. I’m really enjoying my dive into sonic surrender.
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I love the sound and flow of this!
And yes, beautiful light for your photos and stone-searching. 😀
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Stone – “An enduring beauty!”
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O!
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Nice poem and beautiful stones you found a stone’s throw away.
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Thank you. It was a lovely evening.
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You’re welcome.
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Wonderful use of alliteration, assonance and sound all-round here. Love it.
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Thank you. My personal theme for my poems this month is “sonic surrender.”
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