Just A Stone – Ordinary can be special, provided you take the cuts

“A diamond with a flaw is worth more than a pebble without imperfections.”
― Chinese Proverb

“Consider a stone, lying on the ground,
in plain sight, so many around.
Some have kicked, and others thrown.
But not a soul wants to own.
A cutter came with his skill,
and gathered it from the hill.
Sharp blows came swift, followed by hard thought
Chipping at the skin, all the stone was wrought.
At last being done, held for all to see
a brilliant diamond, from the likes of me…” – DMW

Also published in: Broowaha 

12162010

The Trail – Memories

“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the 

burden of the past.” 

– Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

 

Blown by the breeze of your passing

Branches sweep the evidence of you away

Spinning dirty tornadic wisps bare false witness

Evidence of our union, gone down a dusty way

I wander past the forks of choices gone wrong

Seeing pieces of your love hanging on the thorns

Finding you though you hide among shapeless brush

Setting my heart to the trail, I am endlessly torn

The Life Of A Wave – Earth, Air, Fire, Water interacting

“Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.” – Sun Tzu, The Art of War

 

Coerced from my sleep

Way, way down deep

Titans of earthen pallor incessantly push another element

Barely appearing in my journey

I can’t be seen clearly

Wild winds whip and angrily push another element

Orange temper far below

Angry kicks not softening the blow

Molten flames melt resistance pushing on another element.

Tired of being treated so

I rise up and with thunderous roar

White water crashing the pushing epitaph of another element

The Life Of A Wave – Earth, Air, Fire, Water interacting

“Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.” – Sun Tzu, The Art of War

 

Coerced from my sleep

Way, way down deep

Titans of earthen pallor incessantly push another element

Barely appearing in my journey

I can’t be seen clearly

Wild winds whip and angrily push another element

Orange temper far below

Angry kicks not softening the blow

Molten flames melt resistance pushing on another element.

Tired of being treated so

I rise up and with thunderous roar

White water crashing the pushing epitaph of another element