| Moderated by: Paddy, Edd
| Posted: Sun May 6th, 2018 09:12 pm
|Here is the stone.
You know the one.
The one people mean
When they tell you,
It's written in stone;
Or more likely, It's
Not written in stone.
From the distance of a few feet
Everything is crystal clear.
I understand exactly
What the writer meant
(though even from this vantage point
I'm less certain of intent).
Moving away my eyesight falters and
what I know now is what I should have known
from the beginning:
that I needed to read between the lines.
For these are the words of the one who
Hurled the mallet at the chisel,
Inviting me to an interpretation.
| Posted: Mon May 7th, 2018 06:12 pm
in media res
|Hmmmm...hmmm....I don't get it.
(That's a joke!)
You have written a most concise poem about patience and discovery, which can lead to and allow the openness of the heart, the mind and the soul.
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