I have a pebble on my desk
from a holiday years ago,
if anyone asks, I tell them
it's a paper-weight,
a small souvenir,
but when the job
and life in general
gets on top of me
and I feel the dull ache
of stress and tension
gripping my shoulders
and crushing the
back of my neck
I pick up that pebble
closing my fingers
gently but tightly
around it
and breath slowly
until I can
hear the crash of the waves
and feel the sun on my face.
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Author:
Tom C Dylan (
Online) - Published: April 24th, 2024 06:54
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There's more than enough resonance there for me in that rich but simple statement/poem, Tom. I too have an otherwise inconsequential object - small wooden, worn by waves plus woodworm and the remnants of a brass verdigrised screw which forever reminds me of that day on that beach - not to mention the mystery.....
Thanks, Dave. That's exactly it. I have this pebble, this little connection to a Spanish holiday years ago. Cheers, Tom.
reminds me of the time i was last at the beach. crazy how simple things reminds us so much of the good times.
Yes, that's it. It's the little things, the tiny details, that count.
Keepsakes are a great little reminder of special places and event from our past. I have little pieces of wood from broken shingles of the Lawson Tower which I recently posted of. Great write Tom. 😉👍
Lovely, AP. Completely agree. Thanks as always for your comments. 🙂 Cheers, Tom.
Totally understand this. I have a conch shell from years back given to me by my grandmother. I listen to the ebb and flow of the tides and feel calmed. Lovely poem I can relate to Tom. Happy Wednesday.
Thanks, Cassie. Yes, that's exactly it. You have the conch shell, that sounds amazing, and lovely that it was your grandmother's. Thanks as always for your comments. Happy Wednesday too! 🙂 Cheers, Tom.
Good write Tom.
I'm extremely old, so I probably have a mammoth's tooth relic somewhere! lol.
Haha! Made me smile Orchi. 🙂 Cheers, Tom.
It's amazing—the power in things. Fantastic work.
Thanks a lot, Thomas. Yes, such power in the tokens we have. Cheers, Tom.
Wonderful words Tom, we all have something that brings peace and love to our lives.
Andy
Yes, Andy. That's exactly it. Thanks for your comments as always. Cheers, Tom.
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