INSIDE ME.
Substance of rock remembers its core.
Change comes slowly as granite gyrates.
By unending test grow boulder's vibrations.
Time's scarring yields not to wildest of storms.
There is stone inside me that knows stone.
Cycles of stasis require same role-behaviour.
Grind etches diamonds in cushions of patience.
Grit's aid means soul-beauty unbent stays whole.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Looking at the inflexibility despite tidal abrasion of age-old granite boulders.
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Super work Fay.
Thanks Michael - - I was looking at boulders strewn along tide-mark and realized how battered their faces yet inside they kept a core of quiet defiance which grind cannot stain and I felt those who safeguard their own identity could well relate to stone-behaviour. Glad you enjoyed the read.
Oh Fay - I love "There is stone inside me that knows stone" - tells of hard gained knowledge that comes with life. Aren't stones magical - when you break one open, you see what no one has seen for millions of years - wow.......
So pleased you picked out the vital line that relates our own struggle to stay whole when challenged by life's twists and turns. Thank you dear Lorna for your visit and perceptive comment.
A fine write Fay.
Thank you for the visit dear Orchi - so pleased you saw in the read something of value.
Another jewel from the pearl which you are.
Time - what is that? The rhythm to which the tides exercise?
Wisdom - what is that? Achievement of no longer being foolish?
Stone within you - perhaps. But today we see only one facet. In caring hands the jewel could be 'adjusted' allowing the inner beauty, always there, to radiate.
A prize indeed!
What a thoughtful comment on how to keep our inner gems shining like the great boulders when blinded by life's grind and grit - - - thanks so much for your visit and read my friend.
My mind is blank but your words. Thank you 😉
Dan your comment is far from being blank and thank you for reading the secret stones show when attacked by grit and grind - - keeping quiet and peace at core is the way to stay whole. Good lesson for our own survival eh ?
Absolutely a lesson I'm still learning to do more constantly
Another jewel from the pearl which you are.
Time - what is that? The rhythm to which the tides exercise?
Wisdom - what is that? Achievement of no longer being foolish?
Stone within you - perhaps. But today we see only one facet. In caring hands the jewel could be 'adjusted' allowing the inner beauty, always there, to radiate.
A prize indeed!
My dear Fay,
An exquisite write!
One of my favorites...
“Grind etches diamonds in cushions of patience.” Superb!
~Laura~
Beautiful write Fay, that core inside us is always stable.
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