(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley
an abandoned field
an overcast sky
a cedar post
a river stone
a random trajectory
something will shatter
in a moment
when sorrow
and regret
merge
forcefully
so many thrown stones
litter the ground
around the post
missed opportunities
bad timing
a reprieve from
consequences
too brutal
to imagine
should wood
and stone
connect
but this time
is different
my aim is true
and through
tear-blurred eyes
I find clarity at last
as the stone
strikes the post
dead-center
and there is
no longer
any doubt
❤️❤️❤️🙏
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Many thanks for stopping by and reading. 🙂
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You are most welcome, Mike. 🙂🌺
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you kindly, Sangeetha. Much appreciated. 🙂
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A-maz-ing.
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Thanks, David. I’m feeling a bit rusty and out of sorts after so long without writing. Frustrating. I can’t seem to hit the post, so to speak. 😀 Oh well. Keep trying, I suppose. 🙂
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Your poem brings out the emotions in me, Michael! So beautifully written!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thanks so much, Yvette. I’m truly happy to know my words resonate with you. Much appreciated, my friend. 🙂
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love this Mike! You’re on a roll.
Great words “should wood
and stone
connect”
And that last stanza!!! 👏💗
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Many thanks, Cindy. Glad you enjoyed it. I’m really scratching and clawing at this point to try to get words to flow, and have mixed feelings about this one. All I can do is keep trying. Thanks as always for the kind words. I appreciate it. 🙂
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You’re so welcome! Love that… for your next poem! Scratching and clawing to get out or in……..blah. Trust it!!
💕
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my aim is true
and through
tear-blurred eyes
I find clarity at last
as the stone
strikes the post…
So nice connect wood & stone recommend in poem written. I like.
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Thanks so much, my friend. I’m happy to know you liked this poem. I grew up on a farm, and as a boy one of my hobbies was throwing stones at fence posts. It was relaxing and challenging (and probably sounds weird). 😀 Oh well. Life’s failures are like throwing stones at a post and missing, I suppose. And I have plenty of misses in my life. Thanks for stopping by and visiting. I appreciate it. 🙂
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Thanks, My friend!
Such it’s a good hobbie. I like . 👍
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Amazing poetic analogy of life
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Thanks, Peggy. Mixed feelings about this one–I feel like I missed the post here. 😀 Try, try again, I suppose. Going for months at a time without getting anything written always takes a bit of a toll on a writer. I’ve got way too many worries at the moment, so it’s been difficult to find any clarity in my thinking. Anyway, thank you for your kind words, as always. I appreciate it. 🙂
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I think, my friend, that your “aim is true.” I love the short phrases that set the stage, and continue to lead us through the mixed emotions of “misses” in life and finally a hit. Maybe not your usual style, but powerful imagery and emotion!
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Thank you, Peggy. This means a lot to me. *tips cap* 🙂
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Wow! This is spectacular!👍🏼
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Thanks a bunch, Aaysid. I wasn’t sure about this one. It’s been hard to get in any sort of writing groove for a while. I’ll have to keep trying, I reckon. Thanks for your kindness. It means a lot to me. 🙂
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