A leaf, blows in the wind
It stops to listen
Then it sails away
Never knowing, just where it will end.
A rock, it skips across a lake
It is running
From something
How much more can it take?
The rock, can it remember?
Probably so I'm sure it would like to develop amnesia
Just to let it all go.
The leaf, I'm not so sure
It's still flying somewhere
Maybe happy, maybe sad
Or just maybe it does not care.
The leaf, it was so tossed
Like a tempest
So violent and tumultuous
Is now forever lost.
The rock, it hides
At the bottom of the lake
The joy of skipping is gone
The rock begins to quake.
Little by little It erodes away
Until it no longer resembles the rock
Maybe, a lump of clay?
I have lived the life
Of the leaf and Of the rock.
Now I am only the clay
Toss me on the potter's wheel
Maybe I can be better, Is that how you feel?
©2001-2009 Janet Caldwell
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Amor
Good strong images on this one sweets - but does a rock remember? Well yes, it does. Kinda complicated how though.
at commenting on poetry
but were you to grasp me
spinning on your wheel
I'd beg for you
not to thin me too much
lol
Yes I sing so many time the song that says you are the potter I am the clay.....please re-form my existing heart without delay to be perfect in every way!!
Love Tinka
TRASK
CJ
The potter making something beautiful out of a lump of clay, Excellent!
Walt
Welcome home: I've missed you.
Deeply penned, meaningful write, one that teaches. I believe, honestly, that people who are miserable know no other way. May be wrong. But: have a girlfriend like this: down all the time, has nothing good to say, everything is everyone else's fault. Not a way I want to live. An excellent pen.
You are in my prayers.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
I love when this happens...:)
I must say, you expressed your poem exactly how I felt, just a different journey!
Enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Regis
Unyielding the rock
Pliable the clay
Poetry the talk
Beautiful this poem just as you are Janet.
Your admirer
Miller Caldwell
Our lives are molded and shaped until reality is nothing more than a smidgin of what once was. You've been missed, don't be a stranger. Blessings Always, Paul.
So glad your around here some..
Love ya!
Eon
Great symbolism applied in "I Chose This" is combined with fine imagery and good rhythm.
Unique and beautifully composed... "I Chose This" glows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend on this end in the DFW metroplex, Karen Lynn in Burleson. :D