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The Parable of the Rock and the Lizard
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Out in the middle of the boundless sea,
As far away from land as ever it could be.
An island stands alone with water all around,
And the very whitest beaches that ever could be found.
At the center there rose a volcano that long ago is dead,
On its rim there sat a boulder as a crown for its head.
The boulder had been heaved up from the center of the earth,
Then it landed hot and bothered on the day of its birth.
By now it has cooled itself and long since settled in,
Balanced on the edge of the sleepy volcanic rim.
This spot pleases him and he likes the moss that grows,
Fore he is the pinnacle of the whole world that he knows.
The rock is the sole authority over all the land,
Over the entire island and the grains of pure white sand.
But in the ground beneath his base a lizard is at work,
Digging out a place to live where danger will not lurk.
A den where his family can live a happy life,
Until he gets a look from his little lizard wife.
“This hole that’s beneath a rock reminds me of a tomb,
I think the kids are going to need a lizard rumpus room.”
So they sat at the kitchen table deciding what was best,
To add on to their little home by digging east or west.
If they were only made aware that they shouldn’t even try,
That if they dug at all that they might surely die.
Because if they dig to the east the boulder will fall into the pit,
Left over from the place where once the volcanic lava spit.
And if they dig to the west it will also take a toll,
As the ground beneath the rock will fail and it will start to roll.
Down the side of the volcano until beneath the waves it dives,
Its craggy face, from the island, the ocean water then deprives.
Either way it seems that the boulder’s reign was through,
Its fate was dependant now on what the lizard chose to do.
On a tiny island a mighty boulder assumed he ruled,
Oblivious to his ominous fate as a lizard couple dueled.
An unknown outside force would decide for him his life,
His fate was left to the tongue of a Lizard’s nagging wife.
For it will be by their own doing that the stone is going to fall,
And when it does it will roll and squish and kill them all.
The lizard’s wife’s rebuking taunts drove him to the brink,
And he decided that he needed to find a better place to think.
So he climbed out of his hole to sun himself on the mighty boulder,
And the rock called him a lazy lizard just to get him off his shoulder.
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--Submitted by lanet on 2011-03-06.
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Phyllis Beckman:
Any poem that serves as a hook for multitudinous emotions must be revisited.
SO, I LIKED IT, already. :-)
Phyllis
Posted 03/12/2011 04:23 AM
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lanet:
So you didn't like it? This has much more to do with Ohio politics than Wisconsin. Here in Ohio we are facing the same types of politics but we are not responding the way you folks are. Keep up the good work. Thanks for reading.
Posted 03/08/2011 07:11 AM
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Phyllis Beckman:
So, you're saying that here in Wisconsin, we're sitting on a political powder keg? Or isn't it, at all, about Wisconsin? Is this merely a children's book calling for an illustrator? Existential drivel, perhaps? WHAT is it exactly that your poetic genius is bringing to my subconscious response to story? You're too deep for me, Mark Lane. Just so 'ya know.
Posted 03/07/2011 10:58 AM
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