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Tuesday, 4 November 2014
She*
She
Likes to think herself
As a pebble
It’s not out of humility
Truly
She has become one
A rock she was
Slowly very slowly
Erosion began
When those waves were flowing
Over her
She was dragged
Down and down
By the current
Into a dark hollow
Of sorrow
The bruise
Was wearing her away
But she is of rock material
Not so easy to grind her
She has changed her texture
On purpose
She is smooth to touch
Her contusion in streaks of
quartz
Glows
That amazing inner light
In multifarious hues
Make others bow in awe
A miracle
of God is
She
*She is a dear friend of mine and
my inspiration. Having lost her only child, husband and very recently her
father she is still standing and like the mighty pine deeply rooted to the
faith in God is braving the storm. We’ve been friends from school and though
she lives far away from my town we meet more than once in a year. I am in awe
of her.
Posted for Alan’s
prompt Pebbles @ Poetry Jam
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Sorry to hear about the losses of your friend, but I think she is an inspiration to one and all. Trudging along life, no matter what.
ReplyDeletesmiles....life will wear you away if you dont adjust...becoming smooth and allowing the water to wash on by...maybe all the erosion was to wipe away all that was unnecessary you know...to get to what was most important...
ReplyDeleteLove this it sings of hope in the midst of despair and loneliness. Great tribute.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery sorry for your loss. Very tragic life for your friend. She sounds truly amazing to keep going when life deals one blow after another.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to honor your dear friend, through all of her tremendous sadness.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if she is a wonderful friend. Though her edges have been worn down by the events of her life, she is still strong. Sometimes I wonder how these people do it ! No doubt she is an example to many!
ReplyDeleteYou have written beautifully about your friend and her resilience. I like how you used the images of rock, pebble and quartz.
ReplyDeleteMust be such a strong and blessed character. Some people have a way of making good for themselves! Great thoughts Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
You feel quite humbled when you hear of these stories. She must be a very special person to cope with all of this.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to your friend. Indeed she must be made of solid something inside! You painted a loverly vision of her strength.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the strength of writing.
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteIt is not easy to always be 'the rock,' others return to and seek to find comforting answers from...There are times when 'the rock,' needs compassion and good company too..A lovely tribute to your friend. I hope her troubles are soon eased with good friends to help.
Eileen
Sumana, I too am in awe, both of your friend and this gorgeous tribute. :-)
ReplyDeleteA person like this gives strength to those around them, whether they realize it or not. Watching how she handles the setbacks of life can change the way others handle theirs.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Erosion can wear down or it can polish to catch the light. Beautiful metaphor.
ReplyDeleteStones are strong with an inner light...It is good to be as a stone
ReplyDeleteFriends move and influence so much. and seeing them hurt and in pain is the worst feeling. Beautifully dedicated poem, and brilliant metaphor. :)
ReplyDeleteShe seems really a strong personality. Your words have described her so well and reflected an inspiration for all of us.
ReplyDeletesalute to the rock strong friend of yours , nicely penned
ReplyDeletePebbles
We seem to have thought along the same lines on this one, Sumana! Lovely thoughts beautifully expressed!
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