Jemarie Ragudo


A Pebble In Your Hand - Poem by Jemarie Ragudo

O man of little wits!
Why gaze upon the sky
And pant for that lovely star above
Of what use is that head above your heart
If you be so dumb not to know
That the object of your passion
Is shackled to that vast expanse up there
By the One with almighty power.

Don’t you know that mortals are forbidden
Even to cast covetous glances
To those whose destinies were ordained
To intertwine with another being

In your midst are pebbles of many kind
Pick one and keep it near your heart
For no matter if its beauty is eclipsed
By the intoxicating radiance of the star
That simple pebble in your hand
Is yours alone, to love and cherish
Unlike that glorious distant beauty
When all you can do
Is dream of it and nothing more!


Comments about A Pebble In Your Hand by Jemarie Ragudo

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (12/21/2013 9:53:00 AM)


    Even that humble little pebble
    That you hold in your hands
    Is no less than the work of sparkling stars
    This we must understand
    A work of volcanic fury perhaps
    Several millions years ago
    That shaped its elegant design
    Is something that we must know....

    Very good poem Madam and I welcome you to my page too
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  • (5/8/2009 2:21:00 AM)


    truly brilliant..perfect even..marvelous work! (Report) Reply

  • (2/27/2009 1:07:00 PM)


    wow! ! how did i miss this one..........what a brilliant piece........what wisdom! ! well penned mam. (Report) Reply

  • (12/7/2007 5:03:00 AM)


    What a beautiful poem! I enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply

  • (12/1/2007 11:58:00 PM)


    Very, very well written Jemarie. You have taken a classic theme and made it uniquely your own. An easy 10. (Report) Reply

  • (11/30/2007 7:31:00 AM)


    You present a tantalizing picture of the situation. Unfortunately some of us behave according to the way we think and others according to the way they feel and most, I guess, with a little of both. We are all different, and the difference is what we can appreciate. The choice of pebble is interesting. Recently I read a story and the main character collected pebbles from the river and gave them as gifts. (Report) Reply

  • (11/11/2007 5:04:00 PM)


    Many years ago I was given a recipe for soup The first ingredient to put in your stockpot was a pebble and then whatever you had to hand. I asked about the pebble and was told that was to fix in my mind how easy it was to feed you family If you tried For some reason that stuk and your poem refreshed the memory.
    Dreams we have and dreams we need but the pebble represents reality
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  • Paul Buttigieg (11/8/2007 3:28:00 AM)


    great poem.........now I will read more of your work.........if I love the first poem I read I go looking for more.

    www.paolospoems.com
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  • (8/12/2007 6:34:00 PM)


    Wow, beautiful philosophy in this write... first time reading your poetry, and very impressed. You've got a great voice. Will be reading more! !
    Lee
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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011


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