MICA

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The man who balanced stones
took them home to bed with him, you know.

He rolled them under the covers
and ran the soles of his feet,

callous by callous,
over the fissures and dimples.

He knew the landscape of limestone and slate,
the terrain of every one of those globes of granite,

each freckle and glint of mica,
his namesake; and god knows the hands,

the great gulfed hands of a wall builder.
By day he pawed those bed stones of fieldstone

eyes closed to a flicker of emotion
and a slow sweet smile as

he found each one’s sweet spot—
the point at which it rested in perfect balance.

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22 thoughts on “MICA

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    This is a beautifully wrought work, Melissa. In reading other comments I say keep the line breaks as you have them, and the repetition of “sweet”. They work very well (in the absence of any good reason why not); and they are yours. Bravo!

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    1. Melissa Shaw-Smith Post author

      Thanks Cynthia, for the smile and support. Primal poetry, that’s what I call my scribblings. Sometimes I hit my stride, and sometimes not.

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  2. aussiebirder

    You are gifted with a rich ability to express and arouse images that are difficult to produce. I do love your creative passion and appreciate your work in this piece, Melissa.

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    1. Melissa Shaw-Smith Post author

      Many thanks for your kind comments. I’m never sure where inspiration will come from. When I find a question that sparks my curiosity, that is often the beginning of a poem for me. For this one, I heard of a performance piece by a man who literally balanced stones into seemingly impossible towers.

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  3. jackrichiedei

    Very nice Melissa! Balance is the key to a happy existence. When my son was born Mica was one of the two choices for his name. I chose Chance but Mica has always had a spot in my heart. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.

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  4. charissagrace

    “He knew the landscape of limestone and slate”

    I’ve said this outloud now about a hundred times

    It feels like liturgy in my mouth, and tastes like wild mushrooms on my tongue

    so grateful to whatever god or fate that let my lifepath cross with yours Mel

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  5. Sunshine Jansen

    Especially love having the context for this, Melissa; a wonderful homage! Also, the protagonist of my novel-in-progress happens to be named Mica (though female) so the title gave me a nice jolt of synchronicity. 🙂

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