And since it’s National Poetry Day, here’s another poem. It’s my blog and I’ll post what I like.


We lean on the rail you and I

Our elbows almost touching but not quite.

Below, the water flows

Tumbling in chaotic cataracts of muddy brown.

Beyond, water blue glitters with captured sun

And clouds trace their snowy course across the icy sky.

Pigeons pass in silent flocks,

Their wings twist and bend like silver foil.

The world is in movement but I would have it still.

I would have it place a finger to your lips and seal them shut.

I would stop time, stop the rush of life and light

To keep this moment in suspense for eternity.

As if this quiet before the truth shatters the surface is life.

You drop a pebble watch it fall.

It leaves no trace, no hole in the riverโ€™s eternal flux.

The pebble drops, you speak, and your words fall like pebbles

Into the indifferent brown movement,

Swallowed in the mud brown water.

But deeper than pebbles they fall and fall

Into the brown stillness that was once my heart

And there they settle

And there they will lie forever.

Painting (untitled) by Amadeo de Souza Cardoso

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Pebbles”

    1. It’s nice of you to call it intense. I sometimes feel I’m developing a touch of the Emily Dickinson’s, going over the same images again and again like a blackbird looking for snails in the leaves. That sounds horribly pretentious, but you know what I mean? Turning the same words over and looking for different nuances. I’ll end up a right bore!

      1. Not at all! of course you feel like that, because you are turning the words over in your head, all the time. But its all fresh and new to us. I feel like that about my Carys posts. I nearly didn’t post Attitude, because i though everyone would think, ‘Oh no, here she goes again!’, but it had the most amazing response, which really surprised me! Its the same thing; it seems dull and repetitive to me, because I live it every day. You’re feeling the same way about your poems, but’s all new and exciting to us! Honest! Just keep on doing it… lecture over lol!

      2. Difference being, what you’re living is mind-boggling. You’re going to places none of the rest of us have ever been. I’m just turning over snails. And I’m not fishing either.

      3. I think you’re just having a down day. You’re normally quite feisty… lol! ( i know you hate that word! Maybe it will rile you enough to get you going! ๐Ÿ˜†)

      4. On the contrary, the weather is too glorious to be down ๐Ÿ™‚ But I am beginning to feel the need for a bit of a change. A holiday is maybe what’s called for. Dream on, Jane.

  1. Sigh!! Why does he speak …sometimes the best conversations lie in the silence that follows ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ

  2. Your poem is beautiful, Jane. I didn’t know it is National poetry day, she says blushing. Your book was wonderful, and I’m going to share a review on Amazon. Happy Poetry Day ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Thank you and thank you! I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem and thrilled you liked the book! It’s poetry day in Ireland and the UK so you weren’t to know. Any excuse though ๐Ÿ™‚

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