If I throw stones

If I throw stones
they will not be at you
as I am not without sin
in this

& we are already
so practiced
in the best ways
to hurt each other

why invent new ones?

But perhaps
together
we can use these stones

placed so temptingly
within reach

to step across
the thing that divides us;
a vast, muddy river,

an Amazon of old pain
that will surely
swallow us in its thick currents

if we try
to ford it alone.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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18 Responses to If I throw stones

  1. sterlingsop says:

    “An Amazon of old pain” – what a great phrase. It says so much in a few short words. Brilliant!

  2. fivereflections says:

    imagining the beauty on the other side of the river!
    David in Maine USA

  3. amazing how you show in these lines how negative energy can be channelled for positive use – stone is no longer an object to use to destroy but something to build with. and the imagery is deep and disturbing – vast muddy river…amazon of old pain! strong, beautiful but painful!

    • Thank you Noel–your comment about stone throwing earlier got me thinking about how to take that negative image and make it into something more positive…. And then I go and muddy it all up with the river image….

  4. nelle says:

    If only. Having lived through such a place, what this conjures in my head…

  5. Rhonda says:

    Susan….no longer poor Thom. Just lovely.

  6. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    “an Amazon of old pain” is a very arresting image. I really like that.

    • Thank you Jeremy. I love that it popped into my head while I was editing the first time–one of those random gifts from the universe.

      • Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

        That is why writing poetry is an amazing experience. I remembering hearing Sting say once that he was always amazed he could write songs. He would look at a blank piece of paper when he started and later see the work completed (and listen to it) and have no idea where it came from. It is definitely a gift.

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