A Delicate Question (Poem)

I’m sitting on a piece of pre-history
this red rock is millions of years old

I rub its red crust between my fingers
trying to feel the sands of another time

I feel nothing. The dust is just dust… red and dead.

I get up to go
a tiny thorn pulls me back

I bend to discover a little wildflower
laughing under the rock…
like a bright blue sun.
Delicate, alive, defiant, young…

In that moment, Life asks me
what would you rather be?

the strong silent rock
unmoved by pain, undestroyed by death
or the tender wildflower
greeting each fleeting day
with life in every breath…

Related:
3 Poems that Inspire

 

27 comments

Sandy Castro
Sandy Castro4 years ago

Beautiful

SEND
Tim C.
Tim C4 years ago

ty

SEND
Bryna Pizzo
Bryna P4 years ago

Oh, what a beautiful poem. Thank you.

SEND
Jennifer C.
Past Member 4 years ago

Thanks.

SEND
John Ditchman
John Ditchman4 years ago

But the rock is not dead. It has a story to tell for those who will make the effort to listen.

SEND
Lin Moy
Lin M5 years ago

very nice

SEND
Ellen Mccabe
Ellen m5 years ago

The metaphors are lovely..thanks

SEND
Rebecca S.
Rebecca S5 years ago

thanks

SEND
Bianca D
Bianca D5 years ago

Delightful!

SEND
William K.
William K5 years ago

Thanks for the article.

SEND