Moss

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Wed, 02 Aug 2017
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(an allegory)

A rolling stone will gather no moss –
oh, what a loss, no coating of moss;
brushed and rubbed and scrubbed and worn,
no stillness for moss to take root and adorn,
it’s dry and sere and hard and grey
because it keeps rolling so quickly away;

but if it stops and comes to stay
in a sheltered spot for many a day,
a moist micro city can then commence
with symbiotical interdependence,
not just collecting muck and dross,
no, no, that soft and sheltering, beautiful moss;

maybe this stone would have liked to have travelled
and visit the places of life untrammelled
but its better off here though it didn’t criss-cross
the globe, but lay where it fell at a farmer’s toss
aware of a great experiential loss,
but gathering interesting, lively moss.

[IP this week: travel]

 

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

An original, sideways approach to the IP - well done!

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Insert. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

And thanks for the cherries. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

An interesting viewpoint.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Luigi. Not against travel and holiday breaks, but thinking of the drawing to be forever rolling and the benefits of putting down roots for the sake of others, I guess. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

What a well constructed poem Rhiannon, I was that rolling stone as a young man travelling with no thought of settling down. That all ended at the age of twenty seven as my stone settled down too married life. I can so relate my life to your poem Rhiannon.

Edward

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Sorry, I missed this last night, Edward. I'm glad to know what I tried to get written seemed understandable and worked! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Lovely tale and interesting allegory, Rhiannon. I love moss, and the places where it grows. Playground of the faer folk.

I worked with a bloke called Pete Moss once. I don't think he was one for travel. Though I could be wrong.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, glad to hear you enjoyed it, PT. Actually playground of nematodes and other little creatures I think!

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I'll look out for them.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Unusual poem, it works really well. As an admirer of moss I think you have done it justice, really love, 'moist micro city'. Moss is much underrated, close up, in the sunlight it's really beautiful. 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jane. Yes, I too love moss and find it very beautfiul. Rhiannnon

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on

I like learning new words "sere" and reading good poems, yours don't disappoint.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, FB. Appreciate that. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Moss is so lovely, thank goodness for the conditions that allow it to thrive.  What a thoughtful poem.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, glad you thought so. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You're ability to tackle the I P is so original and clever. You really do have a flair for ideas Rhiannon.

Nice one.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. It did prove an interesting idea to think about! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I can't say I am a big fan of moss, which has colelcted on the roof of my bungalow. The birds peck at it to get the bugs, and then it falls off the roof into the gutters or onto the paths, and makes a mess. But I don't mind the moss on the lawn or on the walls and some of it, as you say, is interesting and shows the variety of nature.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

No, I think it is where it is making such lush coverings and mini-jungles that are worth looking at the detail of, in the woods and wilds that I think we really enjoy moss! Intersestingly though, when trying to decide between various photos I had of moss, I heard my huband saying he must get rid of the moss on some roof felt on which we can walk out, and rather late that evening I went out and took a close-up of a bit of it with a flash – and that's what I used for this verse! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Ooh lovely. Please make a collection of all your science poemssmiley

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Elsie. Glad you enjoyed. I do keep a collection but whether they will ever progress further, I don't know! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love your idea you can travel in new lands even by staying still. Just change your point of view. It seems to me you have gathered much knowledge even so

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Glad you enjoyed reading this too. I think I had in mind, the struggles of responsibility that can pin down, but the benefits of having to support and work with others, though some adventuring might have been denied! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Ah. Thankyou. "That soft and sheltering beautiful moss" is my favourite line

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you! Rhiannon