Sunday, 27 October 2013

I have feet of clay



 

 

I have feet of clay

Time does not erode the past

If only it would

 

I do not feel safe

I shudder and shake in bed

Sheets twisted in knots

 

Waking like an owl

My home is the inky night

I foresee the flames

 

What did I do wrong?

Immeasurable failings

Bending of the truth

 

Time passes slowly

My mouth is full of pebbles

I still yearn for peace

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18 comments:

  1. Anonymous27 October 2013 at 02:35

    Yearning for peace... that is something common to all of us. Thoughtful writing.
    -HA

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  2. Anonymous27 October 2013 at 04:01

    I think the words spoke to us in the same vein.

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  3. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)27 October 2013 at 05:02

    "mouth full of pebbles" is a stark images that I think will resonate with others as much as I - Lovely and haunting all at once.

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  4. WabiSabi27 October 2013 at 05:11

    Bending of the truth... is that such an immeasurable failing? After all, that is the hallmark gift of the writer, isn't it? I think the word 'yearn' led us both to a similar contemplation! Thank you for sharing your, always insightful, words!

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  5. Jae Rose27 October 2013 at 06:03

    We all seem to have been drawn to feet of clay..and tormented nights..maybe peace is not so easy to find when you are one of life's thinkers..

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  6. annell427 October 2013 at 06:46

    A desire for peace, is something all of us share. Night can be the worst.

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  7. Ann (bunnygirl)27 October 2013 at 07:45

    We are never truly safe, but we cling to the illusion that it is possible. Peace, however, doesn't require safety. Maybe that is what we should teach each other.

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  8. Sabra Bowers27 October 2013 at 08:05

    First off..love the photo. "Time does not erode the past," is a truth and my take-away line.

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  9. Marian Veverka27 October 2013 at 08:32

    We can try and try again. But that midnight uneasiness seems to come to us all. Nicely put.

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  10. Anonymous27 October 2013 at 09:34

    Thinkers think and doers do. Perhaps we will find that desired peace when we finally realize just how much we need one another in order to create it. Deeply thoughtful and well woven piece.

    Elizabeth

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  11. daphnepurpus27 October 2013 at 13:08

    Very powerful and I love the photo!

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  12. Unknown27 October 2013 at 15:42

    Hey Old Egg...this is a mini thriller ***.

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  13. humbird27 October 2013 at 16:01

    Oh, this is so adventures... I see you waking up as an owl (knuck-knuck-who is here-who-who.who?- so many owls flying today...lol)...in inky night...~ last stanza -'Time passes slowly
    My mouth is full of pebbles
    I still yearn for peace' - love it very much,tell me you're still the student of life and treasure the peace! Thanks! :)

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  14. Unknown27 October 2013 at 16:32

    The eyes on that owl would keep me up at night! I guess if someone is going to bend the truth too much they will suffer the consequences!

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  15. Sharp Little Pencil27 October 2013 at 20:52

    "Yearn for peace..." Robin, this was masterful. The whole premise of a sleepless night, of regrets, plus that line, "my mouth is full of pebbles," are those unsaid words, or simply that you're feeling like you're misunderstood? You blew me away with this one. Amy

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  16. gautami tripathy28 October 2013 at 09:05

    This is mind blowing!

    erosion

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  17. Tracy Crenshaw30 October 2013 at 04:37

    I loved this poem. The images it created were breathtaking. Especially the line 'my mouth is full of pebbles.' Absolutely beautiful.

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  18. Alice Kildaire30 October 2013 at 13:06

    My mouth is full of pebbles....love that line!

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