Each year a pebble
added to my cairn
the pilgrim carries a scythe
This Fraiku for the Living Poetry Prompt.
Bonus: my latest poem, A Boy’s Afternoon in Summer, is up at Whispers and Echoes.
Each year a pebble
added to my cairn
the pilgrim carries a scythe
This Fraiku for the Living Poetry Prompt.
Bonus: my latest poem, A Boy’s Afternoon in Summer, is up at Whispers and Echoes.
We have gathered many pebbles Bart … here is my my ‘pebble’ poem , and I am going to use as my Coffee House Writers submission next week … haha.. you get a sneak preview …
Pebbles Fade into Dust
Long ago I lay bruised on a pebble beach
The jagged rocks had cut me deep
I remained bleeding and afraid
Beached, my heart remained in pieces
The old stones are now worn blunt
Their crusty edges softened by time
And light ascends from the sandy chasms
As a shining, filters over scarred fears
I now see clearly beyond the gravelly shore
My distant dreams, changing into realities
I am finished hurdling fences and walls
My lifelong barriers have been ground into dust
And a love forever lost serenades my soul with trust
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Very cool!
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Happy Birthday!
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Thank you!
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I should show this to my husband-itβs his birthday today! π Happy Birthday to you π
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And Happy Birthday to him.
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Happy Birthday !
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Merci beaucoup!
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