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One True Thing


I yearn for one safe place
that flames cannot consume,
nor life's betrayals erode,
for like all whose feet
are made of clay,
I am hunted
in my waking hours
(and in the inky hush of night)
by Time:
immeasurable
relentless
in a race that cannot be won,
and will end in a winding sheet.

But though my body bends
and mind breaks,
still I gather pebbles
and pile them on the shore.
Each one is a story,
a little myth,
a fable:

important

Because although I
pay my dues,
chase the shadows,
collect my prizes
and display them upon the shelf just so,
it is only the story that matters,
and tales are all I have.

This was written for The Sunday Whirl and Sunday Scribblings.

14 comments:

vivinfrance said...
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vivinfrance said...

This is my favourite of all the wordle poems. Quite lovely.

Your word verification is the hardest to read that I have encountered. It took me 3 goes!

October 27, 2013 at 3:23 AM
oldegg said...

This is so beautiful and poignant I am so envious.

October 27, 2013 at 4:10 AM
WabiSabi said...

Wonderful! I love where the words took you! Thanks for sharing this!

October 27, 2013 at 7:23 AM
Jae Rose said...

Maybe stories are the safest and most lasting place to find safety and peace..and we can change them..polish the pebbles..re-order them on the shelf..beautiful..

October 27, 2013 at 7:58 AM
annell said...

A beautiful truth!

October 27, 2013 at 8:40 AM
Bo said...

This is amazing writing. Brilliant.

October 27, 2013 at 10:04 AM
Sabra Bowers said...

Brilliant. Love it.

October 27, 2013 at 12:11 PM
daphnepurpus said...

Beautiful and poignant and so true!

October 27, 2013 at 3:05 PM
gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful!!

erosion

October 28, 2013 at 11:07 AM
Alice Audrey said...

You sound like an author.

October 28, 2013 at 4:21 PM
Berowne said...

Beautifully innovative...

October 28, 2013 at 5:57 PM
Robyn Greenhouse said...

Beautiful!
But though my body bends
and mind breaks,
still I gather pebbles
and pile them on the shore.
Each one is a story,
a little myth,
a fable:
I love this stanza! Even though the body bends and the mind breaks, there is still moving onward!

October 29, 2013 at 4:42 AM
Kendall Thorman said...

Very nice. I like the imagery.

October 31, 2013 at 10:32 AM