smooth stones

"jumping" by belen sambucety

back then

i had not figured out

the plot of my life 

was not mine to write

each morning

the seaweed strangled the shoreline

but you pointed out the smoothest stones

nestled between the ugliness

and those shells

i almost believed i could hear someone 

whispering the secrets of life to me

when i held one up to my ear

you taught me to listen to life

even when it was silent

we stacked moments on top of sand castles

only to watch them be washed away

at high tide

life had its way with me

over and over again

but those lessons got me through

today at dawn i greeted the shoreline

remembering...missing you

still searching for smooth stones

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really like this one. But I'm reminded that stones only become smooth from constant wear; their jagged edges taken from them by tumbling over and over, scratching and scraping until all the corners are rounded smooth. I learned this from the mountain streams; searching for garnets and agates in the river beds. I sometimes wonder if stones look at the sand and see their end. Or perhaps they see purpose reborn in rounding others smooth as their own history. Thank you for the beautiful poetry. F.

[Lydia Shutter]

Perhaps the stones do! Your review is so lovely, Fabian. Thank you.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It was my pleasure. Your writing is wonderful.

[Lorry]

We, even when young and shiny, were never as smooth as we thought Lydi. Before the days came that intruded on thoughts we controlled our own destiny, much like the after shock of a crime victim, knowing that it isn't always ours to control. But here we are, all the wiser and mature (allegedly) looking back on those days we thrived in our lack of control and remembering our lessons learned along the way.
There are still some to learn though, especially if like me, some of those lessons learned were from the clumsiness of self that resulted in one too many head knocks.
Is it any wonder we still see those cartoon birds tweeting round our heads ocassionally? Or is that just me? I shall smile, wonder and remember next time I'm on the shore and those smooth stones catch my eye.

[Lydia Shutter]

I sometimes wonder if I truly WAS young and shiny or if I was born old. No, we can not control everything in our lives....would be nice if we could though. Thank you so much for your in depth review. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Such a beautiful poem Lydi**. The shoreline also brings special memories back to me. I have my own with sandcastles, stones and seashells.Three members of my family, and I have written a poem for each one. This poem is a favourite of mine, poignant and vivid with its imagery. Wonderful writing and your posted artwork a perfect match.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

Chris, there is no place more special than the beach if you ask me. Walking there early in the morning is so peaceful. I have read your poetry about the shore....and it is obvious you love it as much as I do. Thank you so much for your review. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so beautiful. And when we can hear what is through the silence, there might be something or someone missing, but there is also a sense of peace and reckoning.
No reviews yet? Good grief....Silence is here at WC.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

I have to say I have not been reading poetry on WC regularly so many have no idea who I am. I have to remedy that! Thank you very much for your review, Jacob....you broke the ice for me. Lydi**