Pockets full of pebbles
By Deliberately Evolving
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we are all our choices. loved
we are all our choices. loved this, v beautiful and layered, esp. last stanza 'trudging on.../with pockets full of pebbles' :-)
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Nice work... I also
Nice work... I also personally relate to this great magpie spirit that seems to draw me towards washed stones, shells and unusual pieces of driftwood. Perhaps we are finding beauty within ourselves with each unique treasure discovered, maybe that's why so many others don't see the beauty of such natural gifts or the depth of personality within each seductive treasure. Thank you for writing this piece Holly, it is in itself a treasure...
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Captures the weight of
Captures the weight of impending loss and the responsibility for it we impose on ourselves. Lovely poem, AE.
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'I'm heavy with the loss' - I
'I'm heavy with the loss' - I appreciated how you've drawn together all of your themes here with appropriate word choice. You've also maintained the tone. Not an easy thing to do but skillfully done.
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Lovely piece! I too am a
Lovely piece! I too am a collector of pebbles and shells..Its poignancy made me think...especially the 'indecision' part. Great work!
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Your hard work has really
Your hard work has really paid off - a lovely piece of writing. The cherries are very well deserved.
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This is a lovely poem. I can
This is a lovely poem. I can almost feel a pebble to n my hand -and the weight of the loss to come.
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I think I was a bit hurried
I think I was a bit hurried last week, and probably missed reading this. The soft contours of hard pebbles have a lovely feel for holding, and different to the stones from streams that colour up under water. I've brought them home before now for children's craft and then forgotten about them. I notice you are using the imagery for how many friends to 'keep', and the pain of loss. It's so good when you can pick up the threads with some you've lost touch with when you meet again. Rhiannon
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