"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Friday, September 21, 2012

Stone...

 
Sitting like a stone on driftwood
While waves of emotion and water fall over me
And the northeast wind blows over the sea
Blinding biting gale of derision
 
 
Chilled splashing breakers turn to ice in the air
In solidarity with my frigid soul
Stone frozen to driftwood
Memories frozen to pain
 
Stone on driftwood
Reflecting ~ Ink on skin
Words on paper
Remembering ~ Kiss on lips
 
Closing my eyes
I see death
Cold as ice and stiff as stony wood
On the hard broken shoreline
 
 
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