The Rock of Imagery

 

~ The Rock of Imagery ~

 

I walked into,

A sunny, blue shard of water-

Sparkling jewelry, with a white mass,

That shined over its flesh like pearlescent,

Soulful lilts-

Songs of love encompassing,

That had come from afar to caress,

The love beneath the warm hues above,

A presence that lifted-

The water and turned it,

Another color with her,

Bedazzling blanket,

Of untrammeled purity . . .

 

And a rock, that sat lonely and caressed,

Its serene image,

So that everyone that crossed the gemstones,

Beneath the cast would only . . .

Trod gently upon the white river blanket,

Twining over the enormous mass,

In a shade of pure dignity as we moved across,

Our feet barely gracing-

 

Until I lift a careful hand and pull from yonder,

A beautiful shining stone, I wished-

To hold tightly, in my heated grasp,

Beneath the sun’s soft cadence,

My body warming . . .

As the natural queen crooned distantly

Who has graced the river with her love,

And I realize that-

I don’t even understand her presence,

Know what type of beauty dances with my friends,

My feet barely cresting across the stones,

While I sat down to rest ashore,

Leaving behind the white aluminum,

Effusing with heat, and leaking beneath-

The hot bread of sun,

As though it were being baked, of a sudden,

The gleam of white turning silver . . .

 

Beneath a soothing bread,

That gently lights the sky, yellowed yeast . . .

That I would never want to leave us,

Today,

Keep us forever in its soft caress,

A womanly figure that overturns-

White to silver semblance,

While I hold the stone in my hands and remember,

Who gave us that heated chalice of life,

That day that I knew its presence.

Reviews

[Androglossia]

When reading this piece, the whole idea of the 'Rock' from the title instantly vanished from my senses. Instead, what I perceived is our own ignorance or our failure to appreciate the value of something that gives us life - the sun to the earth as for bread to people. Sometimes, it is when we unite ourselves with nature that we find perfect solitude and with it is complete understanding of the common things we value so lightly. There is moral at work here. And I think this is what is called moment of enlightenment.

[Foxemerald]

The highest compliment that writer, philosopher, student of the arts, etc. . . is that they captured such a moment in time. I am touched and gratified by the construction that your mind built up from these words, particularly from the thought that nature gives to Earth and truth gives to the body and spirit. I think that there is a circle that revolves around humans and nature, bringing them together, and that perhaps we do come the closest to reaching that higher, meaningful sense of life, when we are in and of nature- how often do we realize that connection, or rather, take note of it? The implications of that are a little sad. You are, as usual, an astute and talented reader through this review. Thanks a million.

[David Scott]

I grew up on the forests of North Carolina. I spent hours playing in and around those dancing, chilled streams as they tumbled down the valleys of the rainforest that cradled them.
I really enjoyed the writing. One spot that got a little off track for me was the Sun and Bread idea.
I get the idea here, but I felt like it distracted from the amazing poetry surrounding the image of the water caressed river rock.
Overall very well done, but potentially better with less... Sometimes less is more.
Also, sometimes a reader just misses a point on the read as well.

[dw817]

There is such - purity and a lilting loveliness to this whole piece, like if words could dance ! It's like soft-spoken threads of gossamer silk tickling around the back of the neck and countenance.

This is really some of the best poetry that doesn't rhyme I have read in a super long time !
⊰☑ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴅ⊱

[Foxemerald]

I am so glad you enjoyed the depiction in this, dw. I mollified and humbled by your soothing and like-minded description. My poems do not often rhyme, but I love the effect that writing them brings me, anyway. Thanks again!

[dw817]

You're very welcome. I just found out recently you can for truly and for sure record posts as favorites. If you click on MY LIBRARY up in the top-right-hand corner, you can add writings to your favorites. I'm gonna start doing this as there are definitely some Aces out there, this one for instance. 🂡 :)

[Foxemerald]

Yes, you certainly can. This is a feature of the Writer's Cafe that I have profusely enjoyed. I am glad that you liked it so well. Many thanks =)

[Frieda P]

I could never do your words justice here Foxemerald, this is just a breath of lavender air on the page, it's makes me feel as though I'm reading it next to a babbling brook, dangling my feet in the water, and giving thanks as I reminisce all that is life. A soft lovely sigh on the page, outstanding read my friend....I'd pick out a line or two but then I'd just be quoting your entire work....

[Foxemerald]

Thank you very much for your words, Frieda. Your review is a breath of fresh air itself, and I am enlivened as well as gratified by the impression that this piece had upon you. Reviews like this make writing worth its value- thank you so much.