Pebbles

Pebbles

A Poem by Valentine

                          Pebbles



                         Happiness

                    Comes in pebbles,

                       Not in boulders.

                             At least,

                 That is what Mama said.

                        It seems I have

                             Tripped

                           Over stones,

                                 For I

                       Stubbed my toes

                      On pebbles instead.

                         Still, happiness

                          Evades me yet.


                                Perhaps

                        I should have asked

                        'Mama, just what is

                                Happiness?'

                               After years of

                          Boulders, rocks, stones,

                                  And pebbles,

                           Happiness upon me,

                                  Has not set!!


   

            Valentine

© 2017 Valentine


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YES! "Happiness/ Comes in pebbles,/ Not in boulders"

very true

wise words

thank you for sharing!
J

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

You are more than welcome Jenny. Kathie
Your mother was wise, Kathie. Happiness seems to be an accumulation of small events, rather than one big momentous happening. While we run around seeking happiness it's there, in a bird song or sunset, or the warmth of a spring breeze on old bones.
Good write, Kathie


Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

Ted, I think my mom had to stumble over a lot of boulders raising her 9 children....Kathie
love the metaphor ..such a sad theme ..ones life is not "fair" when filled only with the scraping and stubbing over rocks ... though, i believe there is a place for that indeed in all our lives .. some measure of peace and joy must follow sooner or later ..else we so easily become jaded :( so surprised by your use of free verse, Kathy; i love it!!!! :)
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

I just put down thoughts, I know nothing of proper writing. Kathie
Your mother was a wise woman. We have to find our own happiness. At times it hides behind one of those boulders. I liked this one, Kathie. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by. Kathie
"Good things come in small packages " seems to come to mind when I read this poem.
Happiness is usually a collection of seemingly insignificant "blessings " rather than a blockbuster experience. Pebbles can be re- distributed and shared.






Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

Norman, if I remember right...you said you were one of those small packages. Kathie [smiling]
Norman 223

7 Years Ago

Touche ! Loved it ! (Perhaps that's why I find pebbles easier to collect)
Cheers ,K.. read more
I always say I get crumbs when everyone else seems to get a full course meal. lol. I.I.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

Isabella, those words could be used to create a poem. Kathie
Isabella Ivy

7 Years Ago

I'm sure that one's already around here somewhere :) I.I.
it`s in what you eat and drink kathie,lol

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

Ron, I wanted to laugh at your response. As we get older it seems all that is left is eating. Kath.. read more
my mom would say kick rocks when we would stand around. thank you for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

She didn't want you to be bored, sounds like my mom. Kathie
A wonderful poem. This is old time classical poetry. I like the use of pebbles and rocks. I get more rocks than pebbles myself. Nice closure to a outstanding poem my dear friend.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Valentine

7 Years Ago

John, you are a sentimentalist like me. Some of the old beats the new. Kathie
Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

You did very well with the poem. I like the sentimental poetry.
Powerful extended metaphor, like this a lot.Advise
others to look at this !

Posted 7 Years Ago



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