We are Rocks
By Jane Hyphen
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we are just rocks
formed in a
mussy molten fluke
a chance fuse
fused from the glowing
flecks of everything
that ever stirred
on this star we rock
and are rocked
as we break and
scrape each other
on pristine walls
we hammer and
smash upon
our finest traits
until they crumble
then we watch
the dust run
through our hands
and choke on
what we did
still believing in
forever like all
the pretty stones
that roll together
tap each other
form a chime which
rings for epochs
in our veins
trauma brands us
fossils hidden deep
and grief scours
exposing little crystals
to light the way
back to darkness
to flux we turn
cold and harden
once again
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You make a striking
You make a striking visualisation of a 'protective', inevitable hardness, not to be hurt, and likewise bound to hurt each other.
Came to mind Proverbs 27:17: 'As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.' which has always impressed me as indicating the good we can sometimes do to one another, if, instead of flattering, we are honest but in a prayerful, gracious, kind manner – but it can be a bit painful, unlike hypocritical insincere and useless flattery!
And I also thought of the picture in the book of the prophet Ezekiel in the BIble where he quotes God saying that he will 'give you a new heart … remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh' ch36:26, also 11:19, and following with a picture of a valley of dry bones coming together, being clothed with flesh and receiving breath of life from God – a picture of his reviving the nation at the time, but also a picture of his Spirit giving individuals sensitivity to know him.
Sorry, if that seems to be 'going on' but I found the verse stimulating, but didn't want to be left with the feeling hardness is inevitable in life! Rhiannon
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spectacular imagery in this
spectacular imagery in this one jane- and the lack of punctuation really adds something - well done
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Hi Jane,
Hi Jane,
an interesting poem that makes you think about the frailty of life.
Jenny.
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I wonder what kind of rock I
I wonder what kind of rock I am? probably a grumpy rock? do rocks grump?
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