Heart shaped stones held in one’s hands, <br />are so soothing to the touch, <br />Said to free our thoughts from stress, <br />As with fingers we caress <br />them. Each warming in one’s clutch. <br /> <br />With surfaces silky smooth, <br />they’re such very restful things. <br />Coloured in some varied hues, <br />Streaked with gold, and subtle blues, <br />Their presence sweet solace brings. <br /> <br />Gently turning them around, <br />on a moist and supple palm. <br />Clears the brain, ending worries, <br />Stop’s one’s odd nervous flurries, <br />leaving the whole body calm. <br /> <br />Clasping them, one’s inner soul’s <br />released from all its pressure. <br />Therapy for a fraught mind, <br />Banishing tears and fears combined, <br />With a skilful force majeure. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-solace/
