Silence on my page like the long shadow of a bare tree
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… Continue reading Small Stones (2)-Pain
Those tiny flowers peeping through the wooden slats of the gate remind me of ragworts and Anne Stevenson’s beautiful poem…
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.
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,… Continue reading Guilt