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Blunted Edges

It was all angles once,
jagged edges,
quick to cut,
like a teenage girl
off to college
certain of her certainties
and disdainful
of careless handling.

But rivers are inexorable,
submitting all
to the rough and tumble;
the thunder of falls
and the swirling of eddies.
What emerges
is a softer thing,
still strong,
but now gentle, too.

Author's Note: I picked up this piece of old tile along the Quechee River in Vermont.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.


Old Egg said...

Chuck all the girls in the river to sort them out? I didn't quite expect that of you. What would you do to us mere males?

April 7, 2013 at 2:31 AM
Jae Rose said...

Age softens the edges..sometimes along with the certainties..but if they are replaced by the right questions..that is as brilliant as finding a beautiful stone..

April 7, 2013 at 9:08 AM
Berowne said...

Blunted edges? The edges of your prose are not blunted...

April 7, 2013 at 11:31 AM
George S Batty said...

you write poetry very good (well). I like the way to liken the sofening of life to the tumbling of a stone

April 7, 2013 at 11:44 AM
LLM Calling said...

absolutely, life knocks us about and forms us perfectly into things of beauty to be treasured.

April 7, 2013 at 12:33 PM
Anonymous said...

Nice analogy :)

April 7, 2013 at 3:29 PM
Alice Audrey said...

I like the softer things, but sometimes edges are nice. I kind of miss mine.

April 8, 2013 at 11:40 PM
Anonymous said...

This wonderful, fantastic analogy.

April 11, 2013 at 9:44 AM

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