Dropping the Rock © Poetry Art by Launa Ltd. Ed. Print
$125.00
This is a 17.5"X24" signed & numbered Poetry Art by Launa limited edition print. #251/of a series of 300. This print is nearing SOLD OUT status as it is a popular image. Look closely, this artwork is done completely from words. Every shadow and nuance is readable poetry written by the artist. This print is done on a gloss paper with full, vibrant color and the poetry is included with the print on a separate sheet of paper.
It reads as follows:
Dropping the Rock
It was heavy, quite cumbersome, holding the girth of that rock
My fingers laced around its cool stomach, a white knuckled clutch
He told me to drop it, “Please, just let it go.”
But as awful as that big stone was and as hard as it was to carry
I didn’t wish to see it leave, it somehow felt safe, familiar
For me, it represented love, security, family
He said, “Put it down and I will give you something better.”
“Something worthy of your care, something of real value.”
But I continued to hang onto that stone for dear life
I didn’t want to face uncertainty, I didn’t want my hands to be empty
They had never been that way before
Having this exhausting burden was better than not having anything at all
Or so I thought
“Let it go.” He murmured softly into my ear
So with a groan, I let it slip, it tumbled to the earth
It rolled very slightly and found comfort in a shallow niche
My bottom lip quivered as I fought back embittered tears
Although I felt much lighter already, I was still sad to see it go
I stared at my bare palms, they were open, naked and forlorn
Unused to this barren state, they looked pink and pitiful, terribly small
Here was the moment I had dreaded, it was a terrifyingly frightening time
Now, I had to trust the promise that my friend had made me
This would require pure faith, the kind I wasn’t sure I contained
“Just put them together.” He humbly requested
“To form a deepened cup.”
This he instructed while pointing to my hands, I obeyed in silence
I had given up my cherished rock, what more was there to lose?
With my eyes tightly closed and apprehension in my womb
I waited for that longed for gift, the replacement for my pain
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, I breathed, sighed and waited
It didn’t happen all at once, I even wondered if it would occur
But soon, as he had vowed, it began to pour into my hands
I felt the prickles of a ticklish rain, massage my upturned palms
At first, it stung, then kind of kissed and quickly filled the hole
The sensation was like a spray of baby breath with fairy dust
And a dash of perfect peace
Finally, I could stand it no longer, my eyelids fluttered open
I had to see this thing!
With a cry, with a gasp, to my utter astonishment
Something beautiful had indeed been wrought
My hands were filled with diamonds
Yes, DIAMONDS!
Big ones, clear and true
Like stars misplaced from heaven
They twinkled, glistened and gleamed
I returned my gaze to the brown rock, it hadn’t moved an inch
It was speckled and arrayed in dirt
Mired in the paralyzing clay
I looked again at the gems that were overflowing in my hands
And a realization hit me strong
“I can’t believe I treasured that!” I sighed
My amazement filled my soul
Out of breath, half out of my mind
I began to giggle, loud and unabashed
Still unsure as to what all of this meant
I glanced at my best friend
He was laughing too
There was a mystery here indeed…
“God is pleased to fill your hands with diamonds.” He explained
“But they must first be empty and open…”
So there is room to receive them.”
© Launa
It reads as follows:
Dropping the Rock
It was heavy, quite cumbersome, holding the girth of that rock
My fingers laced around its cool stomach, a white knuckled clutch
He told me to drop it, “Please, just let it go.”
But as awful as that big stone was and as hard as it was to carry
I didn’t wish to see it leave, it somehow felt safe, familiar
For me, it represented love, security, family
He said, “Put it down and I will give you something better.”
“Something worthy of your care, something of real value.”
But I continued to hang onto that stone for dear life
I didn’t want to face uncertainty, I didn’t want my hands to be empty
They had never been that way before
Having this exhausting burden was better than not having anything at all
Or so I thought
“Let it go.” He murmured softly into my ear
So with a groan, I let it slip, it tumbled to the earth
It rolled very slightly and found comfort in a shallow niche
My bottom lip quivered as I fought back embittered tears
Although I felt much lighter already, I was still sad to see it go
I stared at my bare palms, they were open, naked and forlorn
Unused to this barren state, they looked pink and pitiful, terribly small
Here was the moment I had dreaded, it was a terrifyingly frightening time
Now, I had to trust the promise that my friend had made me
This would require pure faith, the kind I wasn’t sure I contained
“Just put them together.” He humbly requested
“To form a deepened cup.”
This he instructed while pointing to my hands, I obeyed in silence
I had given up my cherished rock, what more was there to lose?
With my eyes tightly closed and apprehension in my womb
I waited for that longed for gift, the replacement for my pain
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, I breathed, sighed and waited
It didn’t happen all at once, I even wondered if it would occur
But soon, as he had vowed, it began to pour into my hands
I felt the prickles of a ticklish rain, massage my upturned palms
At first, it stung, then kind of kissed and quickly filled the hole
The sensation was like a spray of baby breath with fairy dust
And a dash of perfect peace
Finally, I could stand it no longer, my eyelids fluttered open
I had to see this thing!
With a cry, with a gasp, to my utter astonishment
Something beautiful had indeed been wrought
My hands were filled with diamonds
Yes, DIAMONDS!
Big ones, clear and true
Like stars misplaced from heaven
They twinkled, glistened and gleamed
I returned my gaze to the brown rock, it hadn’t moved an inch
It was speckled and arrayed in dirt
Mired in the paralyzing clay
I looked again at the gems that were overflowing in my hands
And a realization hit me strong
“I can’t believe I treasured that!” I sighed
My amazement filled my soul
Out of breath, half out of my mind
I began to giggle, loud and unabashed
Still unsure as to what all of this meant
I glanced at my best friend
He was laughing too
There was a mystery here indeed…
“God is pleased to fill your hands with diamonds.” He explained
“But they must first be empty and open…”
So there is room to receive them.”
© Launa
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This is a 17.5"X24" signed & numbered Poetry Art by Launa limited edition print. #251/of a series of 300. This print is nearing SOLD OUT status as it is a popular image. Look closely, this artwork is done completely from words. Every shadow and nuance is readable poetry written by the artist. This print is done on a gloss paper with full, vibrant color and the poetry is included with the print on a separate sheet of paper.
It reads as follows:
Dropping the Rock
It was heavy, quite cumbersome, holding the girth of that rock
My fingers laced around its cool stomach, a white knuckled clutch
He told me to drop it, “Please, just let it go.”
But as awful as that big stone was and as hard as it was to carry
I didn’t wish to see it leave, it somehow felt safe, familiar
For me, it represented love, security, family
He said, “Put it down and I will give you something better.”
“Something worthy of your care, something of real value.”
But I continued to hang onto that stone for dear life
I didn’t want to face uncertainty, I didn’t want my hands to be empty
They had never been that way before
Having this exhausting burden was better than not having anything at all
Or so I thought
“Let it go.” He murmured softly into my ear
So with a groan, I let it slip, it tumbled to the earth
It rolled very slightly and found comfort in a shallow niche
My bottom lip quivered as I fought back embittered tears
Although I felt much lighter already, I was still sad to see it go
I stared at my bare palms, they were open, naked and forlorn
Unused to this barren state, they looked pink and pitiful, terribly small
Here was the moment I had dreaded, it was a terrifyingly frightening time
Now, I had to trust the promise that my friend had made me
This would require pure faith, the kind I wasn’t sure I contained
“Just put them together.” He humbly requested
“To form a deepened cup.”
This he instructed while pointing to my hands, I obeyed in silence
I had given up my cherished rock, what more was there to lose?
With my eyes tightly closed and apprehension in my womb
I waited for that longed for gift, the replacement for my pain
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, I breathed, sighed and waited
It didn’t happen all at once, I even wondered if it would occur
But soon, as he had vowed, it began to pour into my hands
I felt the prickles of a ticklish rain, massage my upturned palms
At first, it stung, then kind of kissed and quickly filled the hole
The sensation was like a spray of baby breath with fairy dust
And a dash of perfect peace
Finally, I could stand it no longer, my eyelids fluttered open
I had to see this thing!
With a cry, with a gasp, to my utter astonishment
Something beautiful had indeed been wrought
My hands were filled with diamonds
Yes, DIAMONDS!
Big ones, clear and true
Like stars misplaced from heaven
They twinkled, glistened and gleamed
I returned my gaze to the brown rock, it hadn’t moved an inch
It was speckled and arrayed in dirt
Mired in the paralyzing clay
I looked again at the gems that were overflowing in my hands
And a realization hit me strong
“I can’t believe I treasured that!” I sighed
My amazement filled my soul
Out of breath, half out of my mind
I began to giggle, loud and unabashed
Still unsure as to what all of this meant
I glanced at my best friend
He was laughing too
There was a mystery here indeed…
“God is pleased to fill your hands with diamonds.” He explained
“But they must first be empty and open…”
So there is room to receive them.”
© Launa
It reads as follows:
Dropping the Rock
It was heavy, quite cumbersome, holding the girth of that rock
My fingers laced around its cool stomach, a white knuckled clutch
He told me to drop it, “Please, just let it go.”
But as awful as that big stone was and as hard as it was to carry
I didn’t wish to see it leave, it somehow felt safe, familiar
For me, it represented love, security, family
He said, “Put it down and I will give you something better.”
“Something worthy of your care, something of real value.”
But I continued to hang onto that stone for dear life
I didn’t want to face uncertainty, I didn’t want my hands to be empty
They had never been that way before
Having this exhausting burden was better than not having anything at all
Or so I thought
“Let it go.” He murmured softly into my ear
So with a groan, I let it slip, it tumbled to the earth
It rolled very slightly and found comfort in a shallow niche
My bottom lip quivered as I fought back embittered tears
Although I felt much lighter already, I was still sad to see it go
I stared at my bare palms, they were open, naked and forlorn
Unused to this barren state, they looked pink and pitiful, terribly small
Here was the moment I had dreaded, it was a terrifyingly frightening time
Now, I had to trust the promise that my friend had made me
This would require pure faith, the kind I wasn’t sure I contained
“Just put them together.” He humbly requested
“To form a deepened cup.”
This he instructed while pointing to my hands, I obeyed in silence
I had given up my cherished rock, what more was there to lose?
With my eyes tightly closed and apprehension in my womb
I waited for that longed for gift, the replacement for my pain
I waited for what seemed like an eternity, I breathed, sighed and waited
It didn’t happen all at once, I even wondered if it would occur
But soon, as he had vowed, it began to pour into my hands
I felt the prickles of a ticklish rain, massage my upturned palms
At first, it stung, then kind of kissed and quickly filled the hole
The sensation was like a spray of baby breath with fairy dust
And a dash of perfect peace
Finally, I could stand it no longer, my eyelids fluttered open
I had to see this thing!
With a cry, with a gasp, to my utter astonishment
Something beautiful had indeed been wrought
My hands were filled with diamonds
Yes, DIAMONDS!
Big ones, clear and true
Like stars misplaced from heaven
They twinkled, glistened and gleamed
I returned my gaze to the brown rock, it hadn’t moved an inch
It was speckled and arrayed in dirt
Mired in the paralyzing clay
I looked again at the gems that were overflowing in my hands
And a realization hit me strong
“I can’t believe I treasured that!” I sighed
My amazement filled my soul
Out of breath, half out of my mind
I began to giggle, loud and unabashed
Still unsure as to what all of this meant
I glanced at my best friend
He was laughing too
There was a mystery here indeed…
“God is pleased to fill your hands with diamonds.” He explained
“But they must first be empty and open…”
So there is room to receive them.”
© Launa