small stone 1/10/2013

Once sun strikes that ice, it will slick to a tractionless slide tires try to grab and instead spin.  The speedometer goes to 60 in that burn to go (any)where, but you are fixed and spun; not up or down, forward or back–but precisely where you were, you are now.  So much work expended to stay in one place.  If all the ice melted, I would shift the image to me watching you tread water and never swimming.

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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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10 Responses to small stone 1/10/2013

  1. Clever piece of work, Ms Daniels ~ nice small stone 🙂

  2. The speedometer goes to 60 in that burn to go (any)where, but you are fixed and spun; not up or down, forward or back–but precisely where you were, you are now.

    Powerful expression and yet i see some sadness and futility here. How often don’t we spin full speed on the fast lane of life after worthless pursuits and yet never getting satisfied. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. 🙂 (There I go, I could be off beat)

    • Yes–all that energy expended, and for what? Stuck is stuck. You took these images and ran with them, and I like where you took them. Really does not matter one bit what I thought they meant–as soon as I hit publish, it is open to whatever interpretation you place on it 😉

      Enriches the original intent.

  3. BroadBlogs says:

    This is great. I suppose you could use it as a metaphor for other things too.

  4. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I appreciate the near rhyme you have working here:

    but you are fixed and spun; not up or down,

    This is why I have become enamored with the possibilities of the prose poem.

    • Yes! What you are doing and where I am going with these daily small stones is opening up a new door (for both of us, I think). You picked out my favorite line from this little pebble, J.

  5. nelle says:

    Now there’s an image, melded into a burn in place what melts the ice.

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