Fear is round like cobblestones
Hampering my feet.
It looks as dead as dried-white bones.
It needs no more to eat.
I feed it nonetheless and so
It grows to my chagrin.
When it bursts that’s when I know
My breath flows free again.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday. De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo) is hosting and the word is “cobble”. I am also linking this to Jilly’s “Day 4 of 28 Days of Unreason” featuring poetry by Jim Harrison.
Photos: “Maple Lit by Streetlight”, above, and “Light and Dark”, below.
I wonder if we can avoid to feed the fear…
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I’d love to avoid feeding it. Fear may have some value. Thank you, Bjorn!
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Wonderful, Frank. I can feel the trepidation here.
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Thank you, De, and thank you for the prompt!
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Ah the breath always shows!
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Yes, it does. Thank you, Pragalbha!
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You are very welcome Frank.
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Fear like cobblestones is an arresting image.
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They seemed rough like fear and harder to travel over, but then they can be beautiful. Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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Also they both don’t always fit neatly together, fear and cobblestones… I really liked this Frank
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Great writing – I like the tone of dread.
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Thank you, Jo!
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Bravo, Frank! Glad you included this in the 28 Days of Unreason – it is perfect for today’s line. Funny how we feed that thing, monster though it be, and how it eats at us. Love the resolution that brings freedom out of feardom. Oh, and nice form on this poem, too 🙂
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We feed it with ourselves. Thanks for the Harrison prompt. It helped clarify what to do with the dVerse prompt.
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Yes, Frank, “it needs no more to eat”…gotta stop feeding it…exhale.
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Then we can exhale and take a new, deep breath. Thank you, Lynn!
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Oh, I love this- ‘fear is round like cobblestones.’
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I am glad you liked that. Thank you, Linda!
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My pleasure.
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At least you got some relief when it burst. It was either feed it or starve it. Well penned.
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Eventually relief comes. Thank you, Vivian!
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I can feel the fear, inhale and exhale with each breath a calmness sets and one can move forward at least that is my hope. I think fear could be round, at least it does seem to circle sometimes.
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Moving forward is my hope as well. Thank you, Truedessa!
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A unique way of looking at fear: Fear is round like cobblestones
Hopefully we ignore, and not feed it or else we are stumped. Love the photos too Frank ~
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I am glad you liked the photos as well. Thank you, Grace!
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Fear round like cobblestones! yes, creating a lot of bumps in the road!
Dwight
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It does create bumps of its own in the road. Thank you, Dwight!
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Nice quadrille. 🙂
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Thank you, Maria!
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Beautifully written. A smooth read……I like the end….the climax….I felt the relief too.
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I’m glad the relief came through. Thank you, Aweni!
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Oh Frank, my fear needs no more food either! To that breath of freedom.
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Sometimes fear is useful. Many times it is just hungry. Thank you, Elizabeth!
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That’s an interesting simile, Frank, that works well: cobblestones do hamper feet. I like the second simile, with the dried-white bones needing no more to eat. But the strongest image is of fear swelling like a balloon and being able to breathe only when it has burst.
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I am glad you liked those images. Thank you, Kim!
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Fear like cobblestones is a powerful image! Beautifully done, Frank! 💖
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I am glad you liked the use of cobblestones. Thank you, Sanaa!
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I’m glad you can breath again!
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Me, too! Thank you, Annell!
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Nice depiction of anxiety, Frank!
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Fear and anxiety go together. Thank you!
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What a wonderful poem, right to the heart of it. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked it.
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An interesting image… paving a road, a sidewalk, our driveway with our fears. Something constructive to do with a dead action.
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Good point. There is something constructive in it. Thank you, Charley!
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You are welcome, Frank!
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Fear can be quite tangible.
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Yes, and sometimes it is worth paying attention to which makes it hard to judge. Thank you, Merril!
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Fear Buds in Many
Colors Over
Concrete
Structures
oF LiFE
Secret
Letting Go
Without Strangling
SideWalks Back to Civilization new..:)
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The secret is letting go. Thank you, Fred!
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Yes..
Key
Free Fall UP..:)
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Fear is so cobbling, paralyzing. Well done.
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It is cobbling. Thank you, Victoria!
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Very well written Frank! You said so much in so few words!
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Thank you!
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I face so much fear in life. My daughter almost died right after she was born from a freak incident. I’ve quickly realized life is too short and way to fragile. Thankfully she survived. And I have my faith in Jesus to lean on. But I struggle so much. I really liked your poem. It rings a bell with me. Thanks for sharing. I do have my daughter story a few posts down if you would like to read it.
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Thank you! I am glad it rang as bell with you. I hope your daughter’s health remains strong.
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Thank you so much!
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