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Post by rrw on Jan 29, 2012 13:48:59 GMT -5
 I pulled a tiny stone from my chest,
turned it around with my fingers,
tossed it up, felt the weight of it
as it came down. When I was sure
no one was looking, I sniffed at it and
rubbed my tongue across its raw flesh.
My conclusion? Nothing special. Just
another rock. You could fine one just like it
on any street, in a parking lot, the beach, maybe.
Perhaps, it fell from the moon one day,
and absentmindedly I just picked it up
and put it in my pocket.
How’d a rock get inside my chest?
I’ll never know.
It doesn’t matter, though, I mean,
it’s only a rock... more a pebble, actually.
Small, insignificant. It’s only redeeming value:
it fits in the palm of my hand, it feels as if...
as if it belongs there... here, with me... like...
like Goldilocks felt in Baby Bear’s bed... just right. —rrw 1-27-12 |
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Jan 29, 2012 19:00:00 GMT -5
A most mysterious write, the stuff that poets usually revolve around. Thank you for sharing, sir.
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Post by jbstillwater on Jan 30, 2012 17:35:46 GMT -5
If it feels good, it is just where it is suppposed to be, metaphorically I see this rock in your chest and which you hold in your hand your own heart. Brilliant write!
Huggs-Jan
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Post by rrw on Jan 31, 2012 2:12:55 GMT -5
Thanks, JB. Not totally sure what it means to me... but I think a lot of it has to do with accepting who one is warts and all.
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Post by jbstillwater on Jan 31, 2012 13:34:42 GMT -5
Yes, I see that, as well Robert. It is obviously something that is a part of you and that you want to share. I love poetry that flows and especially when the author is not exactly sure where it came from or what it means...straight from the soul.
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Post by purplespirit on Jan 31, 2012 16:12:21 GMT -5
Very interesting, inquisitive and deep poem which gives a glimpse on the poet's personality and character, at the same time is not revealing the secrets. Delightful read RRW, well, I never read anything other than delightful from your pen. Thank you. Ulla xx
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Post by rrw on Feb 1, 2012 2:13:01 GMT -5
A most mysterious write, the stuff that poets usually revolve around. Thank you for sharing, sir. Thanks, CR... often enough, I think, the writer gets the idea then lets take what ever way it wishes... I feel like I'm getting better at it. |
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Post by rrw on Feb 1, 2012 2:14:45 GMT -5
Yes, I see that, as well Robert. It is obviously something that is a part of you and that you want to share. I love poetry that flows and especially when the author is not exactly sure where it came from or what it means...straight from the soul. I feel the same way, JB. It's best when there is a bit of mystery to a piece... for reader and writer. At least, it feels good to write that way. |
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Post by rrw on Feb 1, 2012 2:16:48 GMT -5
Very interesting, inquisitive and deep poem which gives a glimpse on the poet's personality and character, at the same time is not revealing the secrets. Delightful read RRW, well, I never read anything other than delightful from your pen. Thank you. Ulla xx PS, you are always kind. I think that the reality of the imagination i always the reality we should strive for... makes it interesting to write... and hopefully to read. |
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Post by johan on Feb 1, 2012 6:52:11 GMT -5
Another geat piece of work Rob, enjoy  your change of style and indeed it has a depth that leaves the reader wanting more, keep em coming my friend. Johan |
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Post by michaelgallatin on Feb 1, 2012 11:42:33 GMT -5
I'll agree after thinking about it with what Jan said wholeheartedly. It seemed strange to me but after her comment it clarified a lot. It does seem like a metaphor, very similar in my mind to my last poem placed in here. We go along through life wondering how we'll make it and how to get by. Then we find that remembered adage or that simple, small but meaningful rock and it helps us go on! Very nice write, Mike  PS - My Mom used to have this sort of religious story about a mustard seed. I don't recall it well but again it was something like what you have here. Something simple that is as yet also profound. |
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Post by rrw on Feb 1, 2012 15:42:14 GMT -5
Another geat piece of work Rob, enjoy your change of style and indeed it has a depth that leaves the reader wanting more, keep em coming my friend. Johan Thanks, Johan. |
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Post by rrw on Feb 1, 2012 19:13:50 GMT -5
I'll agree after thinking about it with what Jan said wholeheartedly. It seemed strange to me but after her comment it clarified a lot. It does seem like a metaphor, very similar in my mind to my last poem placed in here. We go along through life wondering how we'll make it and how to get by. Then we find that remembered adage or that simple, small but meaningful rock and it helps us go on! Very nice write, Mike PS - My Mom used to have this sort of religious story about a mustard seed. I don't recall it well but again it was something like what you have here. Something simple that is as yet also profound. I think a lot of this idea comes from some dialogue in Beckett's End Game: Hamm: I looked inside my chest... there was a sore there. Clov: Pah! You saw your heart! As far as it being metaphor... all works of "art" are metaphors or symbols for real life, the life that we are experiencing through our imaginations. Everything we experience in life has metaphoric or symbolic meaning that effects each person in a way that is peculiar to the individual. Art is a way of expressing that experience. |
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your change of style and indeed it has a depth that leaves the reader wanting more, keep em coming my friend.
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
