M.J. Lemon


Rock Wall - Poem by M.J. Lemon

Cheerful consent means
Not to dream or
To press up against
The rock wall and
Fear standing
Without support

The crow touches
Heaven, wings beating
Sweeping the sky.
Content to carry the rock
On its back the fly
Releases a pebble

Down below the granite
Anchor keeps silent
Time and invites a child
To explore the eternal
While the rock saps courage
It builds the dream.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams


Comments about Rock Wall by M.J. Lemon

  • (12/16/2016 5:14:00 AM)

    Rock Wall
    With outstretched wings
    You're the eagle
    Touching heaven
    Wakening Bukowski
    To watch you in grand flight
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    Mj Lemon (12/18/2016 7:44:00 PM)

    Thank you so much, Richard. So much appreciated.

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  • (12/13/2016 8:51:00 PM)

    Rock
    There are powerful metaphors in this poem. I like the reference to the eagle, but the metaphor of the rock makes me see the eagle way out there on some big rock I cannot even climb. It also makes me see the power of the rocks in our lives. I was lost about the fly though although in comparison with the eagle I can see why it releases a pebble. As I write I know I want you to see that I could take a literal reading of the metaphors and still need your help in getting beyond them, which I think I would enjoy in an interaction with you or another reader. It is a lovely poem, one I would enjoy to teach in a class where I can hear students reacting to what
    they feel when they read it. Thanks for writing it. Best poem I have read in a long time.
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    Mj Lemon (12/15/2016 1:29:00 AM)

    Thank you so much, Sarah. I worked through this poem by incorporating several myths/parables/folk tales. yes, I think it would be interesting to see how different people might interpret some of the imagery, The eagle does remind me of the great bird on the rock. It was only after writing did I make the connection between pebble, flies, and the stonefly.... Thanks again, Sarah.

  • Susan Williams (10/5/2016 2:29:00 PM)


    I really really really like this! ! ! I am drawn to it like that proverbial moth to the flame. Do I totally understand it? No. Do I have to totally understand it? I don't think so. I think I may grow into it in time. There have been times I have read a book or a short story or a poem and thought it was a wonderful experience, added depth to my soul, expanded my heart's horizons. Years later I read it again and found a trillion more gems in it than I had before. I'm all for poetry that grows with me! I think I get what you say about cheerful consent- -when I was young I fought the man so to speak, the older I got, the less I struggled and the more I consented to the way life was being run. The older I got the more I consented cheerfully- -thus marking the death of that inner fire that creates Van Gogh's and cummings'. I soared with these lines:
    The crow touches
    Heaven, wings beating
    Sweeping the sky.
    Content to carry the rock
    On its back the fly
    Releases a pebble.- - - - - - - - - - - - I have no idea what that hitchhiker is doing on that crow's back dropping pebbles on the earth below but the image tickles me one moment- then the next moment I read it differently.
    - -I am still reading again and again the third stanza- -I keep getting flickers of understanding then I flame out. And you know what? ? I would not have you write this any other way- -it is captivatingly elusive, charming, and intelligent. Thank you for this gift of a poem! 10+++++++++++
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    Mj Lemon (10/6/2016 11:24:00 AM)

    Susan,

    Thank you so much. These remarks are some of the kindest words I've ever received. And I am really glad that you are having this reaction to this poem. What actually inspired it was some of my favourite movies....the type that seem so simple, so straightforward, and then somehow manage to avoid or evade any genre or categorization. I took that thought and combined it with a few folk legends from different cultures. There was some connection with respect to theme and moral, but little overlap in terms of content, or maybe plot. The result ws this poem. The intent is to try to convey something familiar, yet strange. Maybe that's how some movies are made, too? ? I'm looking forward to more of your work. I'll be returning to your page sometime over the weekend....I'll want to spend a lot of time with your verse.

  • Moira Cameron (3/24/2016 3:22:00 PM)


    I expect that multiple readings of this will result in multiple perceptions. I like the image of the crow and the fly - are these references to something? It sounds almost like something out of folklore. (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (3/24/2016 11:16:00 PM)

    Thanks so much, Moira. Yes, this is in part a composite of a couple of folk legends. Depending on what I focus on, I get a slightly different interpretation.

  • Bri Edwards (12/18/2015 9:25:00 PM)


    in Melvina’s comment, she says: “This poem takes me far beyond and I love searching for answers..... “

    well, while some shall like this (shall I say “appreciate this”?) , I am incapable of doing so. perhaps my mom didn’t raise me right! or the “schools failed to give me a proper education”? maybe it was that time I was hit in the head by a passing bus? ? !

    but, as I read this poem from you, I recalled that I have one that may be related to it.

    The Pebble (Boink) .....[nature; Short; Humor; Birds] reviewed
    5/15/2012

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    oh, I see I left an earlier comment. and I have not gotten smarter in the interim. darn!
    bri :)
    but................. p.s. thanks for sharing..................again!
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    Mj Lemon (12/24/2015 8:27:00 PM)

    Hi Bri,
    Thanks for stopping by....Much of poetry is subjective...to explore (the eternal?)

  • Melvina Germain (10/16/2015 10:18:00 AM)


    We find solace in the end perhaps while going forward, the meek becomes strong and no more need for rocks to cry out from the pain of our ancestors, good or bad. This poem takes me far beyond and I love searching for answers..... (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (10/16/2015 11:27:00 PM)

    Thank you, Melvina. Yes, we can either find the anchor, or find ourselves crushed beneath it...

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (6/16/2015 12:31:00 PM)


    Wonderful imagery. Enjoyed. Thanks. (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (6/17/2015 1:03:00 PM)

    Thank you for this kind observation.

  • Bri Edwards (5/23/2015 8:38:00 PM)


    sorry, i'm completely lost on this one. : ( bri :) (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (5/26/2015 6:42:00 PM)

    O yes...that rock wall metaphor for growth...growth in all its forms...Bri, thanks so much for reading.

  • (4/15/2015 2:39:00 AM)


    Wonderful. Your poem just shines. (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (4/18/2015 9:07:00 AM)

    Thank you, Theodora. Thanks so much.

  • Mohammad Skati (3/18/2015 3:55:00 PM)


    I am in front of a giant and great poem. Bravo... (Report) Reply

    Mj Lemon (3/19/2015 10:21:00 AM)

    Mohammad, thank you so much.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015



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