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Grit (an Ode)

Oh! Glorious, that tiny speck of sand
as a boulder found within my shoe
picked up along the sidewalk unplanned
brought my wandering thoughts back anew

For as I strode that silver slip of path
my thoughts had drifted toward a darker bent—
fretful, fearful images, destruction, unspent wrath—
anguish and despair were freely given vent.

The sting upon my heel felt most keen,
I paused and leaned upon a light post there
and emptying that bit of ancient shell, a scene
fell within my gaze, I stopped to stare.

The image of those devious waves that rumble
and travel whelk and cockles ‘cross the shores,
what have I about to grumble
when that bright shard connects my heel with yours?

© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved

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A wild soul writing poetry.

27 thoughts on “Grit (an Ode)

  1. I love the ambiguity of the connecting heels — you, too far from water… or you, brought together with someone on another beach. I realize this is poetic voice so the answer lies with you, the writer and me, the reader. And the answer(s) can be widely disparate. That’s the joy of poetry!

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  2. kaykuala

    anguish and despair were freely given vent.
    The sting upon my heel felt most keen,

    The seashore can be so unfriendly! One can never tell what lies in wait!

    Hank

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  3. I love that you went out on tangents of imaginings- like Keats imagined the people on the urn. I also like that we chose nearly the same topic, go figure. I saw your title but I thought grit would mean the figurative type so that was a funny surprise!

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    1. Thank you! I noticed the connection, too. I took it a step beyond; I wrote during lunch today and gravel had a cameo appearance. However, that poem takes a backseat. Tonight my internal editor showed up. Tiles are coming up this evening…

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