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Gerald Bosacker, Poet -
Paragould AR
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Gerald Bosacker, once a prosperous business man and corporate
executive, has abandoned all forms of non-altruistic endeavor and
now is dedicated to expiating his past crimes to the environment,
people's feelings and over-rich customers eager to spend their money
for things they really didn't need.
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ETERNAL STONE
Majestic peaks, wrinkle and turn old
shedding rocks eager to roll with the cold,
sunshine adsorbing transmuted snow
destined for something, somewhere below.
Vagrant rocks will crash and crumble,
shake off their armor as they tumble
seeking freedom in the mountain stream.
In waters, nacreous they gleam
with their drab exterior worn away.
Exposed, mute words they try to say.
about their strange tumultuous birth.
From volcanoes and upheavals, Earth
spit out rock as melted magma chilled
in crystallized form, a destiny fulfilled.
Proud stone, will not keep its grain,
assaulted by wind or ice and sun or rain.
Downstream, rocks turn into stones and
then to pebbles, lastly to finest sand.
Did humbled, crumbled rock know it was fated
to be compacted, smelted and re-circulated,
to rise again in another majestic peak,
when first it tumbled down the mountain's creek.
BEHIND THESE LINES:
The story of life and death, in written in ancient stone. The future
eventually becomes the past, and is locked in stone. Everything we
own or know is impermanent, but will come back again in some
resurrected form, including life itself. Pick up a stone, hold it to
your ear and listen to its history. |
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