No time to stand still
Brick upon brick
In the worst possible place
In the calm before the storm
Freedom
Visions of growing old
Outside
Swathes of water
On the roof, shining
Creak of wood
Pounding
Heavy as stone
Anger
Rage
The little word
Never had time
To stand
To age
To resist
And after the rain
The sky is clear.
My heart is made of stone.
My name is chalked upon the rock.
Written for Poets United (Susan’s prompt of foolishness) but
also works with Mary’s prompt of time at Poetry Jam
(But anyone who hears
my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on
sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that
house, it will collapse with a mighty crash. – Matthew 7 v 26-27).
def not the fool i want to end up being...i would def rather be the rock...to build on a foundation of that rock....
ReplyDeleteWOW! This is a profound poem on so many levels. Those closing lines are astonishing - and will linger in my mind............fantastic writing, Alan!
ReplyDeletebest to build upon stone,
ReplyDeleteYour poem like a parable with a message - well done
' After the rain the sky is clear' ~ positive thought. Getting older - becoming wiser, youngsters can learn from you the peace and love way to build the life.
ReplyDeleteOne needs sturdy foundations in life.
ReplyDeleteThe image of "my name is chalked upon the rock" to me, paralleled the story...how chalk marks cannot withstand rain, how a house built on sand cannot withstand a storm...definitely best not to be foolish!
ReplyDeleteVery depthful thinking here, Alan. Your last lines draw the poem to a closing crescendo!
ReplyDeleteBiblical references aside this is aching soul in the middle of the night..beautiful..and the last two lines expose a vulnerability that makes you care for this person and what will come in the morning
ReplyDeletewonderful ending!
ReplyDeleteWonderful closing on this piece, Alan.
ReplyDeleteThis poem aches, I ache from it. Foolish man in the worst possible place, including the anger and the lack of time. And then there is rock! And the rhythm you put that in reminds me of Simon and Garfunckle's "And Rock feels no pain ..." but of course that is man's metaphor outside the Bible. Intense and intriguing Poem, Alan.
ReplyDeleteafter the rain the sky is clear stands out like a beacon of hope
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