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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Worry Stone




Worry Stone

There’s no pilfering peace
but if she could, she would
 slip it inside her pocket
steal some smooth, cool, serene.
Onyx, agate, jasper – blues and greens
begging to be rubbed, buffed, fret  
chafed by frazzled fingers,
worried by the weight (inside, in-
visible) uncountable cuts, slights, slices
(in a week or a month they’ll be mean-
ing-less, but) today their scorch, sizzle,
sting keeps her awake, aware, aching
for some solace from the discord;
and heaven, she reckons, is harmony


 

2 comments:

  1. Like your take on a "worry stone"!
    Happy Thanksgiving weekend!

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    1. Thanks, Patricia! And back at'cha -- even if it isn't Thanksgiving where you are! ;-)

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