Deathly winter cold
Rain and snow
The weight of life itself
Over and over:
Birds and children
Animals with night eyes
Creeping and leaping
This rock
Almost as tall as I
Flat as a table
And round
Yielded to the pressure
The fissure became
A crack
Became a crevice
Became a divide
Wide enough to lose
Things in--
Jewelry and coins
Pens and scrapped love letters
Bottle caps
Sunflower seeds
And chestnuts
(You tell me....)
There are stories
Down that space
Where no hand will reach
Wind and rain
Have mulched history
As they have taken the edges
Off this rock that is two rocks.
There is silence
There is story
Sit a while
Imagine what lies
In the dark space between.
There is time.
One Single Impression
And chestnuts
(You tell me....)
There are stories
Down that space
Where no hand will reach
Wind and rain
Have mulched history
As they have taken the edges
Off this rock that is two rocks.
There is silence
There is story
Sit a while
Imagine what lies
In the dark space between.
There is time.
One Single Impression
28 Comments
Beautiful Sandy! So peaceful. I could feel the edges of the rock...worn smooth by the weather. Secrets held within.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
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SueAnn
Wonderful poem, Sandy! It's like a reflection of the soul.
ReplyDeleteSandy, cracks in the rock are great places for stone offerings...
ReplyDeleteFind a place where there is a crack in the rock, take what is concidered to be a valuable stone, and pray about all the things that are trying to keep your attention from heavenly things. Put all that into the stone and give thanks. Take that stone and place it in the crack in the rock,jam it in there if you have to, whatever it takes to get it deep enough that you can't get it back out. And it is amazing when we can let go of supposed "value" and remember first words, "Let there be!" and "It is good!"
many levels of meaning in that one-the dark space between...hmm.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe the home of creepy crawly things . . .yuk!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, when I first thought about the prompt, I got so many ideas in my head, you've kind of summed them all up and phrased everything so perfectly. Loved reading this.
ReplyDeleteWow, this is wonderful Sandy. I was stumped on what to write for this prompt, you certainly were not. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend, G
PS: Ill be back over at OSI soon, Ive got a couple of prompts written down that did inspire me. ;<)
Beautiful, thoughtful words as always, Sandy! And, yes, a reflection of the soul, indeed! Have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteSylvia
Yes, imagine.
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki
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This poem is a wonderful reflection, Sandy. I really like it.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday!
i went hiking on a footpath that leads along the cliff yesterday periodically resting on large rocks over looking the river...many cracks and crevices, with stories stuffed in them. nicely done.
ReplyDeleteb
Beautifully done, and infinite speculation allowed by the end.
ReplyDeletelove the poem, perfect for a Sunday morning. Beautiful little flower as well.
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed Sunday,
Gill in Canada
Lovely
ReplyDeleteWhat stories lie in the infinite dark places. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the objects you chose as tokens of those lost stories... wonderful interpretation.
ReplyDeleteI could see the rock, plain as day by the light of your words. The texture, the colors came alive and brought memories of rocks and stories. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely this is - you have such a wonderful way with words!
ReplyDeleteYou always send me away with something that feels real. The smoothness of the rock.. the sharp crevice.. the dark space in between.
ReplyDeleteyour words flow so swiftly and wonderfully...loved reading it..
ReplyDeletehow beautiful Sandy...I love this!!
ReplyDeletelove the last stanza!:)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I returned to blogging. Loving the poetry. I really enjoyed you fissure tale.
ReplyDeleteI have seen those fissures. I have peeked inside. Wondered about the detritus.
ReplyDeleteWonderful thoughts Sandy!
ReplyDeleteFor any single thing that has been trapped inside that fissure, is really a history!
I loved this work of yours Sandy!
The last three lines make this for me... very nice.
ReplyDeleteI love your last stanza - perfectly chosen words. The whole feel of this poem is that of relaxation. Of time. Lovely! Thanks~
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy,
ReplyDeleteJust rolled in from Shanghai. It is a shame, for some reason, the Chinese government blocks blogspot.com. I enjoyed your poem, a very nice introspective piece to think about after my trip. The fissures or cracks can hide many things. In the world of imagination we can capture the obscurity. Your poem describes the possibilities so well. Rob.
Thanks for being here.