In Awe of Pebbles and PlaywrightsA Poem by An owl on the moonShe speaks in riddles music...
Silent circling seabirds stroke the air. Beneath their shadows granite statues line the dreaming shore. A girl with raven hair, an ashen dress, and a thousand beads appears, and a brilliance of light engulfs us. I turn and am enveloped within her eyes. She speaks in riddle’s music. “Be honest in your waking times or the truth will haunt your dreams.” “Please, would you speak to me again? Why do I find you here?” I say. “Here in this wasteland where I am barren and empty. Have you no word for me?” Her gray, gypsy shadow becomes flesh and her riddles flow like spring rain. “A pebble thrown in a pool may ripple from end to end, but tossed into the sea, it is swallowed by enormity.” A screaming silence surrounds us, though waves claw the shore in hushed strokes. My words claw at my throat. “In silent words, you speak so much.” “And you, though you speak volumes, say precious little. Don’t you know that words are actors set in motion, and you are the playwright? They can create a mood of harmony or destroy peace in violent isolation. Words are civilians or soldiers; artists or autocrats; worshippers or pagans. They make you rich or sell you into poverty. Master them and you rule, or be mastered by them and serve.” She pauses in red reflections. “Words can sway the masses; words can sway your own soul.” I turn my back to the sea. Its salt is stinging. “And what of me in this empty place? Am I a pebble in a pond or tossed in the sea? What of me?” “Only you can glimpse what you will be. Look within you, and not in the shallows… look deep in the chasms past all hope of land… What do you see there? Look deep and ponder what you perceive…” Her raven hair lifts as if wings, she turns away, and all fades to white and whispers in the salted sun. © 2011 An owl on the moonReviews
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