Look under the rock: An inspiration from Anne

Mehrling Muse posted an interesting story about ice in the bird bath. One of the things I enjoy most about blogging is when conversations emerge between two (or more–those are really fun!) bloggers. Through an exchange, Anne responded with a line that inspired me. Please check the link to her blog to see the post and the pictures of her bird bath with rocks that inspired the poem. Here is the result:

She noticed the ice in the bird bath.
Concerned for her feathered friends,
She poured a bit of hot water
And watched as it soaked in.

A small hole appeared and a gurgling sound,
But the ice remained solid as the rocks.
It stubbornly clung to the sides of the bowl
And remained in its grip firmly locked.

She carefully flipped the bowl over.
The ice slid out to reveal
Sharp little points of crystals,
Clinging like hope to conceal

The broken edges, the jagged ice
Where life had chipped it away.
She drank in the sight of the beauty,
Realizing both sides are unique in their own way.
Like people we meet, yet we don't see them
If we never think to look under the rock today.

She watched as the ice slowly melted
Warmed by the gentle spring sun.
The damp trail of water trickled slowly
Seeping into the earth to become one.

Those little rocks were now able
To fulfill their purpose once more.
So don't turn your eyes from the stranger's eye,
Remember the saying we've all heard before.
If not for the grace of God, my friends
There go you and I.

© scwallen, April 2, 2022, with Anne Mehrling, "I never thought to look under the rock before."

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19 Responses to Look under the rock: An inspiration from Anne

  1. Rocks – one of the great (and random) loves of my life.🤷‍♀️

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  2. You created a lovely poem. You took a few words and expanded them to something meaningful. Marvelous!!

    It was very kind of you to point to my post. Very generous, I’d say! Thank you very much.

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    • Suzassippi says:

      You are welcome. While your entire post inspired my thoughts and admiration, it was really the line about not looking under before that sent my thoughts whirling. I was thinking first of a country western song, as I mentioned also in reply to you, about turning over rocks to uncover hidden treasure, i. e., love, what we might have missed but for looking more. But the more I wrote, the more it became about how our perceptions can color the decisions we make even when we do not have the full picture. When I was finished, and saw where it had taken me, I thought of the many things you have indicated in your posts about your time in England and the relationships you shared, as well as now, when you are so quick to praise and encourage, show your acceptance and caring for others. We can either be a burden to others, or help relieve those burdens, all just by looking or not looking at what might not be visible. I could not ‘not acknowledge’ that.

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      • I wonder if lots of writers start out in one direction and find a piece has morphed a different way.

        What you wrote here is lovely. I love people. It is such a pleasure to praise them when so much of what we do goes unnoticed. Of course, when you know God loves you, you want to share that love with everyone.

        Thank you for making my day. You are very special to me. oxox

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        • Suzassippi says:

          And now you just made mine! Thank you so much; I have enjoyed the stories you share and it reinforces my belief that there is power in sharing our stories. And yes, far too much goes unnoticed, and/or unappreciated. “Acknowledge people often and well” (David Stuckey, ca. 1980s).

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        • Suzassippi says:

          And I forgot–yes, I think many writers start and then find the story takes a different tone. Like many things in life, it unfolds, depending on context and influences. At least, that has been my experience and other people I write with or talk about writing with have said or experienced similar things. That is an excellent observation and awareness.

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  3. Betty says:

    Lovely poem!

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  4. Betty says:

    I want to add that I often don’t “get” poems. My mind works in a more concrete and practical way. However, I understood the meaning here and thought it quite moving.

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thank you, again. Poems are interesting things–they can take many forms, and some indeed are concrete and practical and pragmatic. I have been writing poetry since I was 8 years old, and while most of the really early ones are lost to time, I still have a couple of them, and memories of others. Sometimes they rhyme, sometimes they do not–it all depends on what words are formed in my head around the idea.

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  5. peggy says:

    A+ on this poem. I shall be looking under every rock from now on.

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  6. This looks so much better on the computer than on the phone. Your photos have real impact here. Beautiful!

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thank you, Anne. I actually had a couple of pictures of a frozen bird bath, and where I dumped it out…and finally I gave up, because they did not have rocks in them anyway. I just went with some of my favorite rock pictures, which presumably, you could turn over and look under, and two of my favorite pictures of what we miss when we see others without seeing. It really made a good start to my day, and all these comments have been a good finish.

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