The stream holds a feather
Fallen from a bird in flight it floats
Her barbs paw gently on the surface
Holding the water that envelops
Watch it as it dips and wanes
Yet she doesn’t fall to the rocks below
Steadfast through the currents, strong again
Light, weightless
A stone we cast, heavy
Will not float
Throw it in
It will drown each time
Most times I am the feather
Buoyant, resilient
Barbs untouched
Not allowing myself to sink
Then there are times
I am that stone
Also for – http://dversepoets.com/ writing on our emotions
Ramblings From A Mum 
None of us are perfect… Knowing and wanting to do well is half the battle. Lovely, thoughtful words. Gorgeous photo.
No none of us are. It the pain of others that’s hitting me hard right now. Thank you for reading and your kind words J.
Life can be like that Jen, we float in the presence of others and when we get a moment alone we become that stone. Hang in there my friend…
Yes it can my friend. I was being strong, till last night, then crash. No doubt I’ll be that feather again. Thank you for reading mate.
This works so well as a metaphor… I also like how you used the formatting, the weight of the stone pulling it to the left instead of floating… Hope you will be a feather floating again
Thank you so much Bjorn, your words are so greatly appreciated. I hope so too, just having a sad time with my dad right now. Thank you.
I think your poem would be a perfect fit for the prompt at dVerse tonight…
I haven’t been for so long. I would have to go on to my computer as my iPad won’t allow me to do Links 😟 Thank you for saying so.
It would be great to have you there though… Today there are so much fewer linking up, and with Thanksgiving it will be even fewer I think.
I shall try, if I remember how to do it ☺️
Is it up as yet?
It’s coming up at 9PM CET… early morning for you.
Thank you, I’ll look out for it, in the morning. ☺️
beautiful and touching, Jen. wonderful to read you again… miss you!
Hello lovely – i have missed you also…remember our writing together to the wee small hours of the morning. Thank you for reading & I’m glad to see you have returned also. xx
This feels so tender, whether being feather or stone. Tender enough to float, tender hearted enough to be weighted down. ❤
Beautifully expressed Colleen ~ thank you. xx
So beautifully crafted my lovely. Poignant yet revealing. The words “buoyant, resilient, Barbs untouched” spoke to me the most. When you write your truth, your life, your observations, they teach me a thing or two about who I am. Keep writing as often as you can.
xxxx
The reader in you encourages the writer in me. I think the majority of what I write is from life experiences, If they can teach (in a good way) that brings me joy. Thank you for your kindness and I shall try my sweet. I hope you & the family are well. xxxx
Beautiful as always, Jen. You may be the stone at the moment, but stones get washed ashore to bathe in the sunlight. This too shall pass xxxxx
This is what I needed to hear…I’m waiting to be washed ashore once more, thank you lovely for reading and your thoughtfulness. xxxxx
I admire the comparison to feather and stone ~ A lovely share Jen ~ Good to see you at D’verse ~
Hello Grace, yes it has been sometime. Bjorn encouraged me. Thank you for popping over and reading and for your kind words xx
This is perfect! Love the reference to sometimes being a feather and sometimes a stone.
Beautifully penned 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you so much Sannaa, it is lovely to see you here. Appreciate you reading and your very kind words. xx
Like Grace, I like the idea that sometimes one might be the feather, and sometimes the stone. I think it speaks to the idea that nothing is fixed….opinions should / do change. Life is fluid indeed.
Hello Mary, thank you for reading and kind words. No nothing is fixed, especially human emotion. Rise and fall like the waves. xx
A very imaginative piece, metaphorically & emotionally. It looks nice on the page too. I like to move my words & sentences around to create a visual cue as well. What I liked most about it is that the feather & the stone can switch roles; sometimes the feather is lightweight, will-of-the-wisp, & what’s needed is the solid heft of the stone, always the rock; but the converse would be when the situation is tenuous, & the rock will rupture the thin skin, so that the feather will glide in & save the day.
Thank you Glenn for reading and your insightful words. Yes, both sides of the spectrum in the circumstances you have mentioned. I particularly like your reference of the rock rupturing the skin. Appreciate your feedback.
I was sad I didn’t see this yesterday and now closing in on the 25th. . . . .
Anyway, from the poem itself I found so much to cherish. I would like to float like a feather also, skimming upon the water. It would feel grand being “light as a feather.” Having a bird’s name, I liked this part of a bird’s special parts that allow him to fly, also.
I do feel burdened at times, rocks in hand or on shoulders. My brother wishing I would quit my job and move north, 3 hours from my grown children and little ones, too. It may take another ten years until my Mom passes, which I would love to visit monthly and over vacations. I will not go on about my problems.
I hope your Dad is okay. Maybe, just frustrated about his hands and body changing. He is usually so easy going and your Mum is the challenging one! 🙂 You and family are in my prayers, Jen. ♡♡
It does not matter which day you read, I’m happy that you do. I hear what your saying about family and being apart and how these things weigh heavy on your mind. The times when the rock as you say is on your shoulders. I hope that you become a feather soon too. Yes Pop is going through a very hard time and not liking as anyone wouldn’t. You are right mum wasnrhenxhwllenging one, but now Pop in other ways. Thank you for having them in your prayers lovely. ❤️
very cool images – and i know both – the feather and stone reaction – ha – i wish i could float like the feather more often
Hi Claudia, yes we can move from rock to feather within the blink of an eye. I’m with you on wanting to be more of a feather. Thank you for reading and your comments – appreciated.
we all are that stone at times, jen. and then we somehow wash up on the shore once again and back into the sunlight and fresh air. )
That we are hun, weighed down not knowing which way to turn. I’m waiting to get washed up to shore and into that sunlight again. Thank you sweety ❤️
Star of Sky
Sun of home
Spirals now with
Milky way ’round
a black Hole Sun
that keeps us in spiraling
way as Earth of hear.. we
too are Universe.. and Earth..
and SpiraLinG Galaxy of home..
vehicles and vessels in
fractal home
of all are we..
and when
we spiral
move.. we
too can become
FeatherliGht..:)
Thank you Katiemiafrederick.
Smiles..:)
I’m tired of being the stone. Though I am quite a colorfully painted stone! But I feel I can’t remember when I’d been the feather. It would be a welcome change. Thanks for the read! Really made me think.
A feather in its own way can be stronger, I hope you can become one. Stones even colourful can wear us down eventually . Thank you for reading, appreciated and I hope I have been able to give you thoughts of a good change. Smiles.
I can identify more with the stone than with the feather today!
Smiles!
I’m a stone today also Adriana, thank you for reading, hope the feather comes soon. 😊 Thank you for reading, appreciated.
Some days I’m the stone and others the feather. Brilliant metaphor!
Thank you very much for popping in and reading, appreciate it. ☺️
Lovely. We do blow around a bit, don’t we? 🙂
Constantly it seems ~ thank you lovely xx
the metaphors are so striking – and the emotions whirl out
Thank you so much Laura for coming over, reading and your kind words, appreciated.
ah, Jenny. peace ~
Thank you Michael