Seasoned Stones

Posted on March 12, 2013 by

….
Laugh.
Cry.
Dream.
Create and kill.

Plan.
Reap.
Weep at will.

There’s time for loss
and time to be found.

Embrace my heart and
then turn, turn
…………..around
and watch me cast
this last.

 

…..
Written for Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts.  

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8 Responses to Seasoned Stones

  1. april holladay says:
    March 12, 2013 at 8:57 pm

    xoxo

    Reply
  2. Sharp Little Pencil says:
    March 12, 2013 at 9:01 pm

    This reminds me of Ecclesiastes at its core, but your form is so interesting, your choice of words, spare. I loved this, De. Love to the family, Amy
    http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/11/goosebumps/

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  3. Misky says:
    March 13, 2013 at 6:22 am

    I love the rhythm in this poem, De. Really excellent.

    Reply
  4. Mama Zen says:
    March 13, 2013 at 7:24 am

    I love the insistence of this!

    Reply
  5. Ruth says:
    March 13, 2013 at 7:52 am

    You make us look at/ examine each one separately, sometimes in interesting pairs… like stones picked – great title for what follows

    Reply
  6. ihatepoetry says:
    March 13, 2013 at 8:05 am

    Trimmed to its barest elements, the truth stands out.

    Reply
  7. margo roby says:
    March 13, 2013 at 12:34 pm

    I’m with Mama Zen. She picked a great word to describe the speaker’s attitude. I always love your structure and the way you play with sound. You have a tuned and tuneful ear. Love the surprise at the end.

    Reply

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