I Am That Rock Comments

I am that rock in which the fossils sleep Deep as the heresies of a disused creed, Layer on layer the insulating self Protects its many anguished cries and falsifies its memories. Ageing now, my mind solidifies, A polished limestone cave .............What a wonderful metaphor for past memories ! ! Just love this poem.

Wow Tom what a write. Brilliant. You just keep getting better and better.

Thanks Bill. The Baudelaire quote in full is Hypocrite Lecteur, mon semblable, mon frere. Hypocrite reader, my double, my brother. Must read some of your poems later.

Wow, very nice write, your word choice is brilliant!