As the heat of the day began to fade, a rain began to fall
She quickened her pace along the way, for she still had far to go
The dampness felt good upon her skin, as she walked the trail alone
This path through woods was a pleasant place to allow her thoughts to roam
She thought of times not long before, when walks like this could never be
All time and thought consumed by work, no time for private reverie
Her mind had turned as hard as marble, heart as cold as stone
Her friends had mostly given her up, she always seemed alone
She thought of happy times long gone, and wondered how they'd changed
She wished that she could bring them back, things seemed so disarranged
Then one day she realized, things needn't be this way
And set about to change the way her life had gone astray
She polished up the marble block, and chiseled on the stone
Reshaping mind and heart anew, to forms she once had known
Once all was done, she felt refreshed, like life could start again
And vowed to never let her thoughts, again become so vain
~ greg ~
Author notes
Some thoughts on how we sometimes change in ways we wish we hadn't, and then try to correct those changes.
Please tell me what you think
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i absolutely loved howyou portrayed the girlin the begining and how you setheron thispath, almostlike ajourney to find herself and to change her life... ilovethe rhyme and imagery you use and the way you set each stanza. very well done, all in all a very great job, but you let me downin the end. the last line kinda ruined it forme...
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Thanks Mes,
Sorry to disappoint you at the end, but that is how she felt at the end of her journey. In my version anyway.
Glad you liked the rest though!
~Greg~
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Interesting piece to be certain, nice flow to it although the rhyme scheme is off in a few places. Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors.
Hetohke'e 
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I love the story angle you took with this poem using marble as poetry point.
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Thanks Hermit,
Yeah, ..I thought marble and stone were good metaphors for a hard head and a cold heart. -chuckle-
Plus they are both things that can be reworked to another form, if someone so desires.
~Greg~
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I like the way you used marble stone, it isn't easy for us to change ourselves or ourways, but hard as it may be, it is possible if we are determined. I enjoyed the content and the artistry of this poem.
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Thanks Inkstar,
Yes, it is often hard, but we try as we can.
~Greg~
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This had a really nice flow to it, and the rhyme was effortless. I especially enjoy reading poetry that tends toward the narrative, too. This is wonderful reminder that there are always pages yet to be written, and we can direct the story however we want.
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Thanks Carrie,
I often try to write poems in narrative form, as I also write short stories in Story Write, and my other sites. I have a couple of new poems that are in a different form and it will be interesting to see how they are responded to when I post them. I'm finding myself wanting to experiment and see what else I can do with it.
~Greg~
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Seems unfinished
I don`t see where she has changed at all, for at the end, she is still dealing with marble and stone.
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And as far as I know, she still is. -chuckle-
~Greg~
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Tis the task at hand to reassessn and restructure our way of thinking, our outlook s on life, no one will do it ofr us, we need to (as you say) take chisel in hand and go towrok, well written. thank you for shariong this
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Thanks!
Yes, changes in thoughts and feelings are often hard to deal with. But as you say, no one will do it for us. We must decide for ourselves what to do about them.
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wonderful piece , i can ffel what you have wriiten. things in my life ahve changed as so must i. well done. x
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Thanks!
Yes, changes come upon us all the time. We have to learn to deal with them in one way or another.
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