Meditations on Messiaen.
Quartet for the End of Time.
1
A Stone
I cast a stone into the sea.
A round, flat stone,
it skipped from wave to wave
and refused to sink.
My heart sank within me
as I counted each bounce:
five, six, seven…
then the stone sank
bearing with it
my seven deadly sins
and I wept no more.
I, who have lost all that I had,
mother, father, brothers,
land of my birth,
I laid them all to rest
and I dried my tears,
forgot my fears,
and counted my blessings
as I walked, no longer alone,
along the shore.
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Ah…how many times I have felt this way, but you? You put into a poem and make me feel as though I have traveled that road alongside you. Lovely post, Roger!
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Thanks, Ginger. It’s part of a longer sequence with seven poems written so far. It all came from the Quartet for the End of Time.
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