Thursday, February 18, 2010

Truth and Kindness

Tamie asked if her readers could write a poem about themselves that is true and kind. She had asked the same thing of the literacy students she teaches at her local prison, and extended the challenge to her readers. Here's mine.

A True Poem About Myself That Is Kind

There is a softness in the waves that slough on the shore,
Morning and midday and evening, always.
The water is fluid, giving way around stones, shells, bits of plants,
And it is relentless.
The stones of the shore are solid, immortal.
Yet given time, even the divinity of stones can be affected by the repeated fluttering of waves.

Morning and midday and evening, always,
I am soft and fluid, repeatedly flinging out at the shore
Of solid, immortal stones.


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