Poetry

[maisfeeka]

Because I feel like it - here's a poem I wrote some years ago...



*The Heart of a Rock*

People look
at a rock
and they think
- How large! -
- How strong! -
- Oh, so safe! -
No one says
Where does it hide its heart?
No one says
Look how fragile...
But the heart of a rock
is hidden
deep
and
- sometimes -
is as fragile
as the wing of a butterfly.

People don't know this.
And the rocks
pretend
that there is nothing
to know
except with those
who
remember
how to listen -

Rocks sometimes think
they should be
strong,
and large,
and so safe,
able to love
and care for others
but not
allowed
to hurt or feel.
It frightens them
and they
hide their hearts
ever deeper
not knowing
that this makes them
even more
vulnerable.
It causes cracks
in who
and what
they are
leaving unprotected pathways
to their fragile
hearts
beating in time
with
Mother Earth.

Liquid flows slowly
into these
cracks
making its way
silently,
unheard,
unseen,
until it
surrounds
the core
of the rock's
being.
Only the rock knows
- and shivers -
not knowing
what to do.

Some rocks
surrender gracefully
opening
more fully
allowing new life
to form.
Perhaps grass
or lichen
or a sapling
will grow
in its softened
self.

Others try to become
cold
and to close themselves
from
the liquid
Until the liquid
- in despair -
freezes
and shatters the heart
of the rock.


No one says of a rock
Where does it hide
its heart?
... Oh, look how fragile! ...


~Meb
6-29-95


*feels a little better*

Comments

[celli]

I like this.

[maisfeeka.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :)