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My Hankie (scribbles in solitude - 10)

21 May 1982

hankie 10

I am a rolling stone
Too bad, they say
But, I think otherwise
It is the rolling stone that
reaches the sea, somehow

I am a rolling stone
An insignificant, tiny one
You are bigger … and you are ahead
Do not block my way
Just let me pass you by
If you find time to rest
If the rapids are not strong enough
to carry you away

I am a rolling stone
I produce no moss
I am easy to hold … and easy to step on
I will not slip from your hand
Nor will I slide from you foot

Pick me up,
But please put me back gently to the water
Step on me, but please do not kick me to the
riverbank, or bury me by stepping too hard
Just leave me here, to keep on rolling
Until I reach the sea
See you there … one day …
* emie

Comments

Ruth Beedle's picture

Love your poetry...

Love your poetry...

Emie Zozobrado's picture

Thanks a million, Ruth!

My poetry is my soul ... the other side of my being! The "hankie" scribbles were written in my loneliness and culture shock ... straight out from the mountains of my homeland to the metropolitan city, I found it some sort of a redemption to scribble my feelings and thoughts. I was 21 then, young, alone, and away from the home I love - when I scribbled 123 poems in 3 months! It never happened again, of course! "Hankie" is for handkerchief, the closest one my tears and sweat could reach ...

Always,
Emie Zozobrado

Ruth Beedle's picture

Ah, hankies...

..... I understood 'hankies' because that's what I always called them.... And though I may never know the pain you were going through when you were 21, I do know the angst of my own 21-year-old heart and wrote scads of poetry then, myself. None of it, though, as beautiful as yours.
Love

R

Emie Zozobrado's picture

That's too humble, sister!

Ruth, beauty resides in the heart! However it is expressed, only those who share the heartbeat will know the meaning and see the beauty that is laid in every word or act ... Beauty will always be perfect and beyond compare ... yours, mine, or someone else's ... each one has the right to express the uniqueness and perfectness of the beauty within, the way we live it! We are all beautiful, sister!

Always,
Emie Zozobrado

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