My Rock
Like Sisyphus
I push this rock
up the hill
It rolls back down
I try again
When will I see
It’s not me
He has succeeded
at the impossible task
on my behalf
Sisyphus is a myth
My Rock is real
on His hill
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I missed last week’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, where the word of the day was rock. So I decided to write a Quadrille for Open Link Night today.
I’m also excited about today’s announcement of the upcoming dVerse Anthology that will include two of my poems. I am honored to have been asked to have these poems included among so many others.
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There are many tasks we don’t have to perform to be valued.
Beautiful!
I have tried following you. Hope it works. I’ve had lots of error messages, whenever I’ve tried.
Maybe you’ll want to check out my blog/my story, too? It’s a book, so if you do, a good place to start is the beginning (Prologue/Intro/Chapters 1, 2, 3). Give it a try. And I’d love some feedback, too.
Have a great December! Blessings! X
Thanks! I do see you on my list of new followers. Not sure why you got an error.
I will check out your blog, too. I love true stories and look forward to reading yours.
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That rock gets mighty heavy at times.
Dwight
I admire the turn here and the realization the power & perception lies in us:
When will I see
It’s not me
Thanks. I find so much freedom in the realization that it’s not up to me alone.
I like the allusion to Sisyphus and the contrast between myth and reality.
Thanks.
This is heartening. A reminder that, hmmm, the rock seems lighter than appearances would have me believe. Oh yeah, because of The (solid) Rock.
Some say perception is everything, but they are wrong. We are often deceived by what we perceive.
I know I have been! Too often we are.
Let the rock roll huh? 😉
lol!
I love how you turned the myth of to something new… maybe there is an option not to doing the unnecessary pushing.
It’s definitely an option!
Linda, I love how this poem embodies our futility at striving and our realization that we needn’t. Beautiful words from a beautiful soul!
What’s funny is that I started writing this with the intention that the “rock” was the memoir I’m writing, but it became so much more. It became all that we strive to do in our own power, forgetting we have a greater power to rely on.