A boulder
fell from dizzing heights
day before yesterday. Surely three
lanes is enough to get you where you are going...
A gash in side of the mountain
defies it's heritage of loftiness, several tons of rock
tossed like a solitary pebble onto the road, mock
the concrete retainer, now a ludicrous toy next to its girth.
I tremble. I would have thought dynamite
could not have budged me, either, yet
I find myself a trickle in a bottlenecked heartslide
wondering when the rain will ease, knowing I have
been smashed like a little red
grape.
Author notes
Prompt: What's going on in your head?
There has been an adage that if life gives you lemons, make lemonade. However, I think there is more to it. Jesus was given water, and he made wine. The power of love outweighed all else, and he didn't smash the grapes.
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smashed like a little red grape.....the simile is super and so is the gash in the might's side..........what dynamite cannot do the nature can with a whim of an eyebrow......mountain poetess..you did this so well.....kudos....you have not visited me.........happy with me or what! -
Good work
Your poem is full of imagery. I line the beginning. Keep it up. Gday sisy -
The earth pushes mountains up, weather and gravity pull them down. All that happens has to be accepted and responded to, one way or another. The grape is a startling image that measures our lives against the forces of nature, so small. The affect is discouragement, and I struggle against it. Hugs to you!
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So do I Margaret, struggle against discouragement. Someone told me to SING praises. It's very hard to sing and cry at the same time, so I do. I want to stand on the rock, not be under it! It's good to hear from you again. And I love that picture of you!
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How you moved mountains within me with this one, Karen. Yes there are days like these...made me think of that old song: "some days are diamonds, some days are stones" (or boulders).
I hope you are well, dear one. Miss and love you
~ Nicolette
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Rocks slides, emotionally and figuratively are scary. One you can view from a distance if lucky, and the other leaves us scrambling for more solid ground. Loved the image of the grape.
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A very good image of what happened. I would hate to endure that as I would be scared of being the grape also.
Here are some more hugs
Joe
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There are images of thought and then there are material mountains that look impregnable, but the truth is that a thought will move a moutain, and I'd much rather see that power used for good. It really makes you think about where your heart and faith should be--unmoved! Let the storms roar without me. Thank you, my friend.
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Oh dear, I saw plenty of those slides while I was there but the heart ones are much worse C
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Nodding. There really was a slide on Wednesday, both the mountain and I.
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Oh dear, I hope your one wasn't too painful, here are roses and hugs in case
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