Weary of glass
(ceilings, slippers, houses)
,
we turn ourselves
to stone instead,
our bare feet mud-luscious
in their riverbeds.
We pebble stories,
toss
them in.
The moon’s a diamond we are tired
of rolling uphill,
so we cut her
into slices
and shine.
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come play!
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Good one. Glass is too fragile and stone will endure
I love this part: We pebble stories, and the
moon’s a diamond. Shining poem De!!
What wonderful plays on words you have here. I love slicing the moon and let her shine!
NIce word play, as always. Lovely poem.
Love this! From that awesome opening to the end.
Pebbling stories – I just love that line…
Had me held fast right at: “our bare feet mud-luscious” … and onwards I sunk and then rose – loved the depths of this …. it’s just delicious, and that last stanza is divine — great poem; it never ceases to amaze me what can be accomplished in an absolute 44 word crunch.
Thanks for hosting 🙂
Solid work. Closing stanza’s a killer-diller. And thanks for hosing!
Fabulous! I really like,
We pebble stories,
toss
them in.
The moon’s a diamond we are tired
of rolling uphill,
so we cut her
into slices
and shine.
What a delightful read. I like the way your words play with each other.
Ali
enjoyed this fun write … we are all so over all these glass ceilings, slippers, houses!
Wow-ed me with this one. Wish i had written that
Thanks for dropping by my blog
Much💜love
Stones are so much part of our daily life and folklores!
This is like a dream revelation, from glass to stone, the moon to diamond and back to glass again.
this excellent quadrille rolls around in the lexicon like marbles in paint – gorgeous!
Such creative, beautiful imagery, De. I love the structure, too–pausing in this stanza with the verbing of pebble:
“We pebble stories,
toss
them in. ”
Then the slicing of the moon.
Jane is right. It does seem like a dream revelation.
Using ‘pebble’ as a verb is beyond clever, De!
❤
David
Lovely, De: we shine through our stories! Love the imagery here!
Love your words. Especially these: “bare feet mud-luscious in their riverbeds.” Delicious and gooey. Yes. And the message, lovely as well. Thanks for sharing. You rock 🪨 (stone!) haha.
I love the idea of pebbling stories. Let’s skip them across the water too. (K)
Rolling diamonds uphill is hard, meticulous work, especially if one is also crafting them into prisms for the moon. I love all the varied and graceful images in this that explore the malleability of stone so fluently.
so lovely
Fabulous images in this – ‘we pebble stories/toss them in’ is wonderful.
So that long line draws the ponder because it seems to want a break at “diamond,” but there isn’t one. The more I read just that one line, I hear, “the moon’s a diamond we retire,” only it’s not “re-tire”; it’s “air-tire”—as in, retiring in the air. Some by the water; some by clouds. A lovely sentiment.
This is absolutely marvelous! Loved mud-luscious and pebble stories….loved it all!
Fantastic imagery from the beginning to the end! Love it.
I love those first 2 lines. So *very* weary!
So much to love in this, You really shine in this poetry… and now I am starting to think of Pink Floyd
Shine on you crazy diamond
Sometimes, toughening ourselves to the world is the only way to face the hurdles it places before us.
Thank you all so much for your kind comments. So happy you enjoyed the prompt. 🙂
Love the idea of ‘pebbling stories’ and the wonderful slicing of the moon.
I love the imagery in this, and the idea of being mud-luscious like feet squishing into the mud at the edge of the dam.