Hidden Pebble

Hidden Pebble

A Poem by Lauren Beth

boom!

in an instant it happens…

trapped, stuck,

sucked in….

that pebble hidden away

in your deepest pocket

the black abyss

forced out…

into the open air

exposed, discomfort

It grasps the mind

takes utter control

causes deep pain, turmoil

of the heart

a hurtful, sorrowful deed

they have naively done

it consumes the soul

a life lost too soon

a story incomplete…

a river held back

finally crests,

pouring over, rapidly

rushing rapids

run so deep…

tumbling through troubled waters.

 

© 2011 Lauren Beth


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This summons Beckett's stark character w/pebbles in his pockets & Blake's "Infinity in a grain of sand." And suggests a pebble in the shoe of one's underSTANDING as well. Also seems to stand in for a thumb in a dike removed, waters of retribution gushing forth. . .Intriguing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


A neat abstract poem you have here. It is just filled to the brim with great imagery. I loved the line:"..the black abyss forced out..into the open air.." That really rang true for me. A great little poem you have here. Good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


nice one do read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like the flow to this poem it really bounces out at a person...

Posted 10 Years Ago


It sounds so deep, the feelings are strong and so hurt

Posted 10 Years Ago


When we hold in painful feeling they can become a time bomb and loved ones end up being the innocent victims when they go off.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This secret is exposed for all to see.
The emotions here are overwhelming.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Lauren Beth
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I enjoy writing poetry, usually just what comes to me. I write for me, it's like just something that I need to get out. Whatever hits me at the moment I start jotting down, on sticky notes, napkins.... more..

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