Saturday, November 14, 2009

OSI Prompt #90: Reincarnation








THE ROCK

In among the cliffs
along the edge
of the stamp sand
left from mining copper
he cuts and stacks wood
motivated by whiskey
and the need for things
to be
in long
straight
lines
and
she
washes
and
cooks
up
new
reasons
to
stay.

Julie Eger
http://www.bigfoto.com/themes/sculptures/bea-sculpture.jpg






23 comments:

  1. So does she stay or go? Life can be difficult in the wilds. Nicely done.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Those reasons are always important. Nicely done.

    ReplyDelete
  3. A sad and too often visual reincarnation of the times, events and places in one`s lifetime.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Sort of like reincarnating her love over and over again.

    ReplyDelete
  5. That's a masterpiece. Every choice is a form of reincarnation.

    ReplyDelete
  6. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete
  7. I'm liking this but I am not sure why. Motivations intrigue me and I believe readers in general when they are well written. Yours is.

    His motivations are common for rural men. My dad, a farmer, always wanted his fence lines straight. It was the sign of a poor farmer to have crooked fence lines.

    The lady, well ...? Washing and cooking are not too motivating unless she is trying to reach the man 'through his stomach.'
    But surprise, surprise, she is not cooking up food but reasons to stay. Perhaps her motivations are not being fulfilled to keep her man. Why should she then stay? She needs another reason.
    ..

    ReplyDelete
  8. Yes, I have been there... not just cooking up reasons to stay, but weaving illusions as well. It's a hard lesson...

    Fantastically well said...

    ReplyDelete
  9. I love this gold rush ghost town setting you've painted. Very cool.

    ReplyDelete
  10. i like the way
    this
    flows
    visually
    to
    the
    climax.
    :)

    ReplyDelete
  11. This had such a sadness to it...but you expressed it beautifully.

    ReplyDelete
  12. motives found in "small things"...interesting!!

    ReplyDelete
  13. Hello all,

    Thank you for your comments. This poetry stuff is still new to me and I love the interaction of OSI, though my schedule doesn't always allow me the time to participate as I would like.

    To Jim's response in particular: my first reaction was to say, "A good woman is always full of surprises!" At least I think so. :o) But in regard to your question, "Why should she stay?" My original idea for this poem was for 'a rock' to be reincarnated in the form of a 'woman.' Now the woman, who not surprisingly has chosen to live among the cliffs with a man who 'won't budge' (a rock-like quality) and a woman who also has legs and reasons to leave (and could) but because of this 'niggling feeling to stay in one place' (another rock-like quality) feels she needs to stay, so - she stays. Hundreds of years of sitting (as a rock) on the edge of the cliff is a hard idea to change. Maybe I should have said 'old' ideas instead of new. Thanks for your interest in the poem, and helping me grow in my work! :o)

    ReplyDelete
  14. What a story told from both ends of a long, straight line.

    ReplyDelete
  15. worth contemplating...:)

    a different but unique style of writing...:)

    ReplyDelete
  16. What a beautiful, evocative interpretation of this prompt.

    ReplyDelete
  17. every crumbling rock is a reincarnation of sorts

    ..a tale told creatively

    many thanks for sharing this ..

    ReplyDelete
  18. Lovely. So day after day they each reincarnate each others dreams and needs. Wonderful.

    love,Melanie

    ReplyDelete
  19. Indeed she has legs and breath. She lives on the growing edge. Exquisite!

    ReplyDelete
  20. Loved this- and so true- relationships are constantly being reincarnated~

    ReplyDelete
  21. Hi Julie -- Thank you for peeking in on my OSI (migration) for this week. I will be watching to see if you venture forth for this one. I do hope so, I really enjoyed this one (above). And yes, I did see your rock woman and did try to place her into your words. Thank you for helping.

    While here I was peeking in on the other current blog. I am very sorry about the accident that your husband was in. I do hope he is recovering from his bruises and surely glass cuts.
    I also hope that the memory of that young man is healing. He will always remember him, that is the way we are made.
    I will always remember and feel some guilt when my very first dog, Von, died. 'If' I had helped the poor creature out of a corral that he had always been able to leave before then he would not have died alone with only the cows for company on that hot summer day.
    ..

    ReplyDelete

Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment! Jukota