"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson


Written by Pamela Olson
She lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, USA
Her blog: Amputated Moon

The Wall

The distinction between
you and I,
is only
which side of the wall
we lean upon.

There is no emptiness
between us two;
simply stacked stones
of river rock
rising from soil to sky.

As you rest against
this wall,
feel my tears drip
down the rocks
to dampen your cheek.

I, on my side,
can feel your breath’s
push and release—
push and release
against my back.

There is no mortar
of common mud and
broken stone needed;
our muscled weights
will keep the wall upright.

Look!
How beautifully
patterned the green moss,
gray lichen, and morning dew
lie across our wall.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.

6 Comments:

  1. gameover709 said...
    beautiful!
    WHY said...
    This is so true, in a social and spiritual way. There are no inherent differences between two people or cultures, only the wall we up which is usually our learned beliefs. Yet, that wall is so, so difficult to tear down!

    Great writing.
    Love For Life said...
    Such beautiful images evoked by this poem. This is lovely:

    "There is no emptiness
    between us two;
    simply stacked stones
    of river rock
    rising from soil to sky.
    CLAY said...
    The wall is indeed a powerful tool, but it must be fixed upon a secondary plane to be effective. This shared plane is what connects us all from the metaphysical standpoint--regardless of the height or thickness of the wall.
    Brilliant poem! I salute you Ms. Olson. And I thank you Nancy, the hostess for posting this poem.

    Ever Yours
    Clayrn Darrow
    M.IV
    Karen said...
    This is beautifully written! The wall is such a powerful metaphor for too much of history.
    Lirone said...
    I love Pam's poems and this one is no exception - a lovely mix of the warm physical closeness and the coldness of the stone wall.

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