It is human
to gather moss
to linger
too long
on things that matter
and on things that do not.
It is human
to settle too soon
to sink into hillsides
that feel like home
to be a stone unrolled
but somehow still happy
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On DVerse today, we are carving a poem out of the word stone, and making it precisely 44 words long, not counting the title.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
Evan you’re right, there is something about being at rest that is comforting. I never think of a boulder sunk into a hillside as being worried about much.
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Imagine how that boulder that Sisyphus has to roll up the hill for eternity feels? I mean this is Sisyphus’s punishment, why does the boulder never get to rest?? haha
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haha!
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I think we have to rest sometimes… there is nothing wrong with a bit of moss.
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The rolling stone gathers no moss, which I think makes it a very lonely stone. 😦
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It seems the art of stones has come to the fore in the past few years……as if everyone is suddenly taking seriously “leave no stone unturned”!
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Haha, some stones are better left unturned, I think 😁
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I was sitting out on the front porch, gazing at the Ur-stone that dominates the meadow just before the treeline, reading this fine work & suddenly the stone and I traded places. So I guess that means that your fine poem has been very successful. Thanks.
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I think I read about that once in a Vonnegut novel. Hopefully your time as a stone was pleasant 😁
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A settled heart can be a happy heart, for sure. I love this, Evan. A beautiful metaphor and mental image.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🥳
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This one leaves me thinking…
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What about, if I might ask? 🤔😁
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I think what you are describing in your poem is my retirement! LOL Well done!
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Hahaha well I’m glad your retirement is steady and relaxing, as it should be!!
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My stone doesn’t roll as much as it used to!
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I am lingering on this poem. 🙂
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Hehe I appreciate the reference and you taking the time to read it!!!
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An enjoyable read.
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Thank you!
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“to settle too soon / to sink into hillsides” are great observances in relation to stone.
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Thank you!
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I think there comes a time when even a rolling stone yearns for stillness!
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Indeed, and hopefully by then they can find it 😊
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True for me. Making changes is always the hardest thing for me… but I still attempt to be happy.
Well written, Evan!
❤
David
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Change isn’t always for the better, maybe the difficulty in change is just you being careful about making the right ones 🙏
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This is very thought-provoking. I think “to linger / too long / on things that matter / and on things that do not.” rings particularly true for me.
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