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Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/profile/blog/nordicnoir/day/6-3-2021
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Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980
Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.


Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.




June 3, 2021 at 8:35am
June 3, 2021 at 8:35am
#1011231
There's a media prompt this week, It's a song about pretending to be something you're not in an effort to try to please others, or perhaps to make up for your own insecurities and how this pressure makes you a liar. Although I know people like that and perhaps, have felt that pressure myself at times, something quite different came to mind.

And so I have written this poem. I am putting it here in the blog, killing two birds with one stone.

I swear, I didn't kill any real birds.

Not that I wasn't tempted.

The Mockingbird

The mockingbird cares not if I sleep
Crying out from a nearby tree
He explains to the risen moon
That he can be all he was meant to be
Not a robin, a chickadee or even a loon

He sings forth his practiced rhythm
Hiding himself in the thick of the leaves
He does not mind his plain color or form
It is enough for him that everyone believes
That he is not a tiny bird, but a car alarm



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