She Said, He Said

March 3, 2000

It wasn't quite that direct of a connection, although direct enough.

She wrote, I read, and remembered.

It stayed with me, and then while reading a book about childhood and parenting, something came to me.

I wrote it down.

That's one of the things I like most about writing places on the web. . The reading and the ideas that begin to swirl 'round in my head, popping out on the screen at any unknown time. I found the piece I wrote last year and wanted to re-post it, but first I asked for its genesis to be reposted.

Kindly, it was. Originally penned by the writer known as ~T~ and know known as Chrysalis, her piece is called Devil's Advocate and I am grateful that she reposted it.

That's what she said.

He said:

The Master

Shards of rock lay on the artist's floor.
On the white pedestal sits his masterpiece
Smooth cold hard Italian Marble.
Black as night
Veined with white.

A heart made of polished stone
The image of the essence of life.
Lifeless

On this night
The artist's master entered the room
Took mallet and chisel
Smashed the cold marble into a thousand pieces.

From inside that stone he picked up a beating heart
And handed it to me