bare feet on rocky path, I walk on,
bending and reaching, collecting moments,
pebbles that fill my pockets,
one by one by one
rattling, they tumble against one another,
some polishing, aging to fine gemstone,
while others crumble to sand,
slipping through my fingers
-image found via Flickr; shared as part of dVerse’s Quadrille night
Much to enjoy in 44 words, Angela! A lovely extended metaphor, especially the lines:
‘rattling, they tumble against one another,
some polishing, aging to fine gemstone,
while others crumble to sand’.
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Thank you, Kim. 💜
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Some are polished, some are lost in time ~ Love the metaphor of those memories Angela ~
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Yes! Thank you, Grace.
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Collecting memories…love how some are polished!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Lovely extended metaphor, nicely judged, smooth as a river stone itself.
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Thank you so much, Sarah.
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Like sand in a time glass it all changes.
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It does. Thank you, Björn.
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We really do sift through our memories and I like the analogy here of how some of them crumble (perhaps the ones we choose to forget) while others become polished gems, those treasured memories. Loved your quadrille and the image works so well too. Thanks for joining in. 🙂
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Yes! The ones we choose to forget or that just fade with time. And the treasured ones do feel polished. Thank you so much, Mish.
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Lovely quadrille especially the last stanza. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the idea of a stone crumbling to sand in one’s fingers.
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Thank you, Frank.
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As if pebbles are friends or lovers or hobbies or … Nice
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Yes, any sort of memory. Thank you!
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Good metaphoric take on the prompt!
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Thank you!
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I can feel those grains slipping. Or catching. What I wonder is it at random or some kind of pattern/order/fate to which moments we’ll remember?
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Thank you. I wonder, too!
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Nice metaphor for a walk through life! ❤
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Thanks, Meg. 💜
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I love the comparison you made (if i am right): memories – pebbles – gemstones.. very good poem. Thumb up! :))
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Thank you, Ray! 💜
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