Tuesday 4 November 2014

POETRY JAM - PEBBLES


“A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.” - Andy Goldsworthy

The theme for this week’s Poetry Jam contributors is “Pebbles”. Here is my poem:


Pebble


A pebble was once

Sharp,
Angular,
Hard,
A piece of jagged rock
Arrogant,
Strong,
Self-important,
As a diamond renitent.

My advancing years, are as a pebble

Rounded,
Smooth,
Polished,
Engendered from years of friction, on my
Haughty,
Vigorous,
Cocky,
Youth – its naivety embarrassing…

A pebble is now wise,

Experienced,
Weathered,
Beautiful,
Made even more enlightened because of its
Composition,
Structure,
Geology,
All identical with its jagged, parent rock.

I’d rather clasp a smooth pebble in my hand,

Than a piece of sharp, angular rock.

23 comments:

  1. very nice comparisons and really we all should be humble and not arrogant.

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  2. Love how you describe life with the changing face of the pebble. I would also prefer to hold the smooth pebble.

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  3. .....and people can tread on you but never crush you!

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  4. I agree it is better to be a smooth and round pebble than a sharp rock. I have a feeling quite a few of us tend to mellow with time.

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  5. over time the wearing down....we can look at that as a bad thing
    but it is rounding us out...and preparing us often
    for that next step of life....

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  6. a lovely share...experience does give that smoothness & wisdom :)

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  7. Yes, as time goes on we definitely have our edges worn down, don't we? Not a bad thing. I keep thinking for everything there is a season. Those times of 'jaggedness' brought certain experiences as well that helped shape us as we weathered. Without them we would be lesser (I think) than the people we are today.

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  8. Are you a person who has become wise with age? Don't tempt those Greek Gods...you know what they are like:)

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  9. How lovely to think of oneself as a pebble whose sharp edges have been smoothed away by life and experience.

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  10. Great mirroring between the erosion of the pebble and life.

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  11. Nicholas,

    I enjoyed your poem very much. It is rather as my poem and the journey of life lived in the same manner..The weathering and the experiences, as per the rocks..

    Eileen

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  12. Wonderful! Love this analogy, smooth with wisdom and experience :-). Excellent ending too--I would rather hold a smooth pebble too

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  13. Love it. I think I've grown into my smooth pebble stage...

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    1. But every so often an edge gets chipped and I find I'm scuffed and rough still...

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  15. Lovely, lovely poem! It makes use of the rock/pebble metaphor so effectively! It's just that some rocks are harder to wear down into pebbles than others :-)

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  16. Wonderful metaphor - erosion can wear away or polish to reflect the light.

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  17. historical memories...yes I think this is so true and there is memory in a stone

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  18. Beautiful poem and a wonderful reflection on the mellowing that age brings to us.

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  19. excellent , a pebble maturing with time, nice comparison

    Pebbles

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