Poem Body
"I'M LIKE THAT LITTLE STONE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor October 2010.
I'm like that-little stone in your garden,
that keeps being seen,
but you don't always see it,
sometimes you do,
as you stub your toe against it,
and wonder at the little stone,
that gets in your way,
sometimes if you look carefully she is me,
that also gets in your way now and then,
in ways you do not approve of,
too close by far,
but
she is only there to love you.
Don't throw her out,
even if she causes you to stumble,
a little,
in your independent ways,
through your own imagined garden of Eden.
Comments
Hello Ann
Good to see you.
Even better to read you.
Heehee.
I'm reminded of The Story Of The Stone, where the the Goddess Nu Wa left a single stone unused, as she repaired The Wall Around Heaven, because the stone was flawed, and in her handling of it the stone became so magic that people who encountered it thought it evil, when in fact it was only strong.
A very good write, Ann Of Norway.
Respectfully,
Jim
there's a sadness
to this poem that makes me think of growing old and feeling less than useful and maybe even a little disrespected and definitely in the way. i love stones, though. they come in so many shapes and sizes and colors. i have all sorts of stones i've found along my way that i've set up on my sill. many of them heart shaped.
you are a heart shaped stone.
lovely annanya
just wonder about that second line
i feel it could be a little stronger
- 'that keeps being seen/ but you don't always see it....'
tended to throw me a little
love the write annanya
love judyanne
xxx
Lovely to see you all and I SEE you.
I just shot this little bit in without really doing a thorough accounting of it myself, and as I see others have seen through me, one cannot get away with anything you are so right it need, it definitely needs things here and there, and you have all been reticent to say so, please do not respect me so much that I am outside the criticism range, no politeness just honesty that's what I hope I always give to others, and not just good shows and happy days, we cannot improve ourselves on that now can we?
But How lovely it is to be able to come back, not an easy task to get in here, but I managed after going astray first. You old hands at computers, younger than I, have had more experience with the data systems and ways, specially here out of my comfy, safer Mac world!!!
Yes you lovely people now we shall truly dance together again sometimes....shall we dance?
Love from Nordic Cloud!!!! Ann.
I missed you so my Snow Lady
Oh my Anna
How have you been
I missed you so much
Nice to see you again
Thought of you often
You know I do
Had so much going on
Missed you much too
Just a wee note for you and I love this poem and have wondered how you are doing and send my love on a feathers wing to you.
Love Mona
xoxox
My, my...
What a pleasant surprise.... the title was just so alluring but then the poem itself just took off and brought the beautiful imagery of a garden with the focal point of that "little stone." I enjoy gardening myself, and the pristine wonder of that form of art requires or costs us cuts and bruises, stumbling and dedication. Much like relationships in the human sense.... Thanks for this wonderful poem.
Ah yes Emily Dickinson
She had the right sense of feeling, didn't she.
And Cryptic bard, yes gardening is one of the
best 'pass times' anyone can be privileged to experience isn't it?
Thank you for you comments. Ann with love,
of friendships and gardens.