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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!
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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 (Report) Reply
truly brilliant..perfect even..marvelous work! (Report) Reply
wow! ! how did i miss this one..........what a brilliant piece........what wisdom! ! well penned mam. (Report) Reply
What a beautiful poem! I enjoyed reading it. (Report) Reply
Very, very well written Jemarie. You have taken a classic theme and made it uniquely your own. An easy 10. (Report) Reply
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
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 (Report) Reply
great poem.........now I will read more of your work.........if I love the first poem I read I go looking for more.
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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 (Report) Reply