poem of the day December 5

I dreamed

I was on a walk

with the loadstone

along some charismatic road

full of strong public attraction 

I was determined to return

the loadstone to its place of perfection

where it had been found light years ago atop sacred mountain

But lifetimes before we got to sacred mountain

we were greeted in an angry hard place

full of red hot boulders throwing

jagged words that stung

like hard vile pebbles

"Give us back our loadstone"

the iron ores shouted at me 

as they began to surround the loadstone 

calling to the rock with their attractive seductive sirens 

I immediately jumped in to try 

and break the magic magnetic spell

That is when I awoke up to find myself

stuck somewhere between a rock and a hard place