No Stone Unturned
I remember a time, embraced
not in fondness, but for
lessons learned. Disappointment
hidden in someone taken
at face value, motives disguised
as good intention, casting off affection
for self advancement, friendship
as a tool. Healing came
in casting off that friendship.
This is a response to Lillian’s prompt for Poetics: Turn, Turn, Turn… at dVerse. She asks that we let references in the well known Ecclesiastes verse (made even more familiar by the song “Turn, Turn, Turn) motivate our poetry:
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.”
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 American Standard Version (ASV).
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