Where the Stone Flower Grows

I hike to my place of escape

Inscaping to where the stone flower grows.

This is where I try to bring strong souls,

but they all vanish midway;

leaving me to travel on alone.


It’s not much further and it there is a spring.

Beautiful gems transverse the mountain.

I can hear the hum up ahead.


I try to stash pieces under my bed

To show the world.



©-Sonja J Phinney 24-Jan-2007

Jinn of the Ethers

A bird flits about presenting itself in full suit and song at my side by the window.
Every moment it speaks of the child.
The one nested in me.
The one I'm about to banish.

After the dreaded event, I find the nest vacant.
Sent to the ethers, my Jinn; my little one who whispered in the silence, sounds of joy, spring, and mourning.

Hello and goodbye, sweet, sweet, lulla bye.


© 1999 Sonja J. Phinney