Stones

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todski28
todski28
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When Harry said words were stones
I thought the idea plausible,
didn't understand
till I went to write

nothing
sprang fourth,
scrabbling, mining for words,
casting aside anything not precious
gems, seeking gold,
back aching labour
pick axe rise
pick axe fall
I find nothing, I stall,
fall short on desire,
mired in muck,
just sat here stuck,
a pile of gravel,
staring at a mountain that will
only mine
nothing

take up carving
in stone
instead,
a hammer
a chisel to
chip the chaff
away from the
core of polished marble
to reveal the beauty
within the stone.
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TrixareforkidsTrixareforkidsalmost 10 years ago
I got

Nothin'. I liked it and chaff worked for me.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 10 years ago
I liked your defense

I don't know if I agree

however if it makes sense to you, writer always takes preference

regarding the poem, it is an old troupe, but you are a new writer, and it it not that ordinary

5ed

HarryHillHarryHillover 10 years ago
Would have missed this save for 12 o's

Comment in the POBO. Agree that chaff does not fit with masonry in any shape or form. understand why you used it. It's been a long time since the first of yours I've seen, one involving carpentry if I remember correctly. Words can be wood or water or air or any number of things, but I think that words have become life to you... to us all in fact. idk. chip away, sand, breathe, drink... write.

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 10 years ago

I liked the word play, tod, and the interspersing of the rhymes with the short lines gave it a cadence I liked, what felt like persistence until the chipping away produced the vision one has of beauty. I wouldn't have used "chaff," maybe rubble.

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 10 years ago
Tod , lemme' quote a translated Bengali lyric on this subject to you :

If you carve your name in stone , it may still decay

But if you imprint your name in the hearts of people

It will forever endure 'n stay !

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