In Awe of Pebbles and Playwrights

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    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.

Reviews

[Sam Severn]

The first line hooked me, n' the final lines fulfilled the opening's promise to the MAX! You write from deep, deep waters, my friend! N' I LOVE IT!!! ㋡

[alice]

I wrote a neat review, but it's lost in the internet junk. Anyway, I luv this. XD

[Kesha]

Just wow. This made feel...... dreamy? I don't know. But let's just say I really enjoyed this and that this is an amazing write. :D

[Angel Bird]

---They make you rich or sell you into poverty. Master them and you rule,
---or be mastered by them and serve.

---Only you can glimpse what you will be

A rich, powerful and meaningful write. A ray of hope -for the hopeless...
Strong positive vibes pulsate through every excellent line and provoked images.
Chapeau!

[Linear]

I dont really know about this, how it made me feel, maybe a little dreamy, maybe even scary somehow, to look deep into the chasms of your own mind remaining sane, well that kind of scares me I guess, and of course it may not be anything like what you meant, but thats how I read this poem....Imagery was excellent making the reader walk upon coastal cliffs, salt spray in the air, a pebble thrown into the sea leaves no mark swallowed up by it's enormity, I now wonder do we?


Beautiful poetic ambiance everywhere around this piece :O)

[Gone]

The way you started this poem reminded me of the rich and splendid Celtic poetry I have read. As I continued I found myself caught up in the wondeful imagery so eloquently written and illustrated with delightful metaphors.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

refflective inspirational writing rich with captivating metaphors and imagery~my favorite being . . . .

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“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"

[Cliff Rhodes]

“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…”

(My favorite part. Well done.)
Nice illumination of the imagination where muses and spirits visit.

[Magdelena]

Ahh the sound of brilliance. I often wondered on the meaning.. Now I know

Mags xx