Is a fluid secret
And I am a stone
That cannot melt"
In this stanza, it seems you are representing life as the old conflict between an unstoppable force and an immovable object. The world holds the secret behind everything, and the stone will not succumb to the desire to find the secret.
"Granite made powder
Made grain made dust"
Powder, grain, dust... it's all just semantics, right? Perhaps in "the old country," these things were common, part of the normal ebb and flow. I have to admit, this stanza throws me off a bit, but in a good way. It makes me curious as to what comes next.
"We never share
The same atmosphere
Skin stitched to bone
Like a second hand love
Secret to gift to caress to kiss
I need to learn to remember this"
Y'know, this poem is truly a mystery. You don't spell things out, and I like that. I'm going to have to read this over to really see it for what it is, and to be honest, I don't mind doing it.
And if you could make someone pursue a poetic anomaly, then I commend you for that. -.-
This definately has a feeling of great age surrounding it, winding down its secret paths into the darkness of oblivion where nothing is secret and you are turned inside out for observation.. I love the feeling of mysticism in this as well.. It feels like the warmth of a blanket as it wraps around me and fills me with curiousity.. Beautifully written.. I love it..