Small Stone: Clothesline

sagging clothesline
clothes flutter in the breeze
breath of life

What are small stones?

A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small stones encourages you to keep your senses on the “alive and alert” status. Involve yourself with a new set of eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind. This is Mindful Writing at its best.

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Small Stones (2)-Pain

peels, dark green, wet, slimy

curled around the fingers

wrapping like snakes 

drawing gasps of pain

What are small stones?

A small stone is a short piece of writing (any style) that precisely captures a fully-engaged moment for you. The process of discovering small stones is as significant as the finished creation. Searching for small stones encourages you to keep your senses on the “alive and alert” status. Involve yourself with a new set of eyes, ears, nose, mouth, fingers, feelings and mind. This is Mindful Writing at its best. 

Many thanks to Becca Givens for introducing me to Mindful Writing. 

Those tiny flowers

Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem… 

Ragworts

They won’t let railways alone, those yellow flowers. 

They are that remorseless joy of deteliction

darkest banks exhale like vivid breath 

as bricks divide to let them root between. 

How every falling place concots their smile, 

taking what’s left and making a song of it. 

Anne Stevenson (b. 1933)

Posted for the Mundane Monday Challenge


Guilt

The guilt that haunted me is still there.
For years, it would not let me sleep
I would dream of them in all situations and places
I would see the sneers or the undeserved generosity
I could feel the missed opportunities
To a better worldview, giving back, being supportive, showing grace or caring enough
Giving, even while receiving with both hands

The years of torment are gone now, only to fester as a wound.