It drops
A pebble thought
Spinning circles through
This fractured heart
Some pieces cannot
Be pushed together
Magnetic poles in
Opposition pushing
Away the tethers
That used to bind
Yet my mind
Stubbornly tries
To find
Where the pieces
Might fit
Wonders why
The shapes changed
Won't accept that
Some things
Can't be explained
And the pebbles
Keep falling
Like the rain
This is offered for Alan's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about pebbles. (I love pebbles!) It's also inspired by last week's prompt to write about something broken. I have a hard time letting go of things I love--that have broken--picture frames with a favorite photo, a missing earring from a favorite pair, friendships that for one reason or another ship-wreck. I don't pursue the friendship once it's gone, but my brain seems to get stuck sometimes trying to sort out what happened...Hope that you're on happier thoughts today and that it's a lovely week :-)
first, the thought of a pebble rain storm sounds a bit painful...smiles...true though on how somethings can not be put back together...i do believe in restoration though, or the hope...if we can figure out what happened maybe we wont make the same mistakes too, you know...
ReplyDeletehey your link at PJ would not work for me, but i knew where to find you, but you might want to fix it...
DeleteSo true that some things can't be explained. I know what you mean about friendships....sometimes they quietly fall away, like pebbles, and after a while we wonder...
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you, Sara; and I did fix your link.
Hi Mary! Thank you for fixing the link, you're always watching out for me <3. Glad to see you too! :-)
DeleteSara,
ReplyDeleteA great connection between pebbles and the sad thoughts which arrive..Sometimes we seem to have as many problems, as there are pebbles...Friendships and their problems, are unending considerations, as with raindrops...
Eileen
Hi Eileen! Thank you so much for your empathy and thoughtful comments :-)
DeleteLetting go is a weird process. Sometimes it is easy, sometimes hard. But it is definitely easier to let go of things than of friendships and not wonder why and what if.
ReplyDeleteHi Gabriella! You're absolutely right. The older I get, the easier it is to let go of things, but not friends.
DeleteSara, a question. Why no punctuation? Do you think that it gives the reader more scope with creating a more personal experience?
ReplyDeleteHi Pea! I like to leave my readers breathless ;-). Seriously though, I enjoy the flow of thought. I use commas to separate things and thoughts if they're in the same line, otherwise I use line breaks. And it does seem to bring more varied readings which I enjoy as well. Thank you for asking :-)
DeleteI loved this different take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteHi Elaine! Thank you and I'm glad you enjoyed it :-)
Deletethought as a pebble is bound to create unending ripples and so hard to calm down or let go of it....
ReplyDeleteHi Sumana! I didn't think of that, I love your thoughts :-)
DeleteThoughts as pebbles raining down...constant questioning in a bid to find answers...acceptance is the best solution. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteHi Rallentanda! Yes, acceptance is the best, sometimes hard to reach, but definitely the goal, thank you :-)
DeleteI think it is hope that makes us keep holding on and trying to figure out what happened despite the pebbled rain.
ReplyDeleteHi Peggy! That is brilliant! And absolutely right. I didn't see that.Thank you very much :-)
DeletePebbles hold a bit of geological eternity as will as the memory of the day they were plucked off a beach and so, I think, they hold a certain fascination. They are simple - yet mysterious and thus, conjure forth a plethora of visceral responses and memories that evoke a kind of expectation from them, as though, they process some sort of talisman like charm . . . which you have captured perfectly here, Sara.
ReplyDeleteHi Wendy! Wow, that is a beautiful, thoughtful comment. I love the pebble as a talisman.I started off with a pebble in your shoe, you know the one that's hard to get out? Thank you so much for your wonderful words :-)
DeleteLove the pebbles and rain images, really work, pain and hope. Well done.
ReplyDeleteHi Alan! Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it :-)
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ReplyDeleteAnd the pebbles
ReplyDeleteKeep falling
Like the rain.....ouch put nice word picture
Hi Rae! I almost didn't include that line, because I had the same "ouch" thought, but I liked the image, so I went with it...thank you for affirming that decision :-)
Deletelovely poem
ReplyDeletePebbles
Hi Cifar! Thank you very much :-)
DeleteSometimes you have to get a firm umbrella so the pebbles will bounce off...
ReplyDeletenicely put, but painful.
Hi Donna! That is right! I'm off to shop for one, right now :-). Thank you, you made me smile with your analogy.
DeleteThe broken pieces fo sharp rock become pebbles, worthy to be kept as reminders of things past... Lovely write.
ReplyDeleteHi Nicholas! Yes, I really enjoyed how you used that in your poem. And a great perspective here as well. Thank you :-)
Deletei know the feel of trying to hold something together that drifts apart with all might... think we first have to deal with the source and reasons and then - if both are willing - there's hope to put the pieces back together...
ReplyDeleteThose pebbles, if they are meant to be set free, may spin and crack and form shards. Like kidney stones. The trick is to keep the good, smooth pebbles (thoughts, ideas, spirit) spinning in perfect synchronicity. Loved this one, and thx for visiting my blog! amy
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you, Sara. I look forward to reading your poetry in 2015!
ReplyDeleteYou're a good poet. :)
ReplyDeleteHope to read more of your works this 2015. I'm glad I've found your blog.
Liked it
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