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Call me crazy, but I'm certain it wasn't the sinus meds at work. I like the way you linked yourself to the rock in the second stanza with the tears/rain imagery, the way you express your wonderment about your future and the way you allude to the stone's dignity and grace without using those words.
Two things that made me pause: One - When everything about me changes As it’s apt to do Honey, unless you're on to something that you'd best share with me (who loves ya, Shanny!), we're not so much apt to change as definitely destined to do so -- there's no choice. And that fact actually ties in quite nicely with the stone soul. Two- Long since resigned To bear witness to The consequences of time I keep puzzling over the word "resigned," wondering if that's the perfect word or if it should be a word akin to "accepting." Resignation sounds more like defeat -- but of course a person can act with dignity after defeat. So I'm just sort of going around in circles about this. It will be good to see others' opinions. This is a lovely shamanic-style poem and I'd add it to my faves list if I had one.
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