Rock
lying beside the way
Pick it up
turn its smoothness
in your hand
Cool
grey
stone
Warming just a little
from
the press of your hand
Nice enough
to keep
take it home
Rock
lying forgotten in a bag
take it out
turn its smoothness
in your hand
Cool
grey
stone
Scratched just a little
from
its life in the bag
Nice enough
to keep
perhaps a little longer
Rock
lying on a shelf
Lift it down
turn its smoothness
in your hand
(don't mind the dust)
Cool
grey
stone
Dulled just a little
from
mediocrity and neglect
Nice enough
to keep
but perhaps a little boring...
Rock
lying thrown in a garden
Leave it there
ignore its smoothness
as it leaves your hand
Cool
grey
stone
Moistened just a little
from
the dampness of your touch
Not nice enough
to keep
Who needs it?
~Penelope~
Beautiful words, once again...
ReplyDeleteI love rocks, stones, pebbles, my house is full of them, on window sills, shelves, baskets, because I bring them home from excursions, just can't leave a pretty stone where it is! Often they look like a piece of art by themselves - they come in all colors, shapes and textures! Yes, I love stones! There is even a post and photos in my blog about them!
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem Penelope!
I love stones too, Yael, and often bring them home. I remember the custom you wrote about with placing pebbles on graves. This piece is about a failed relationship, where love was cast aside...
ReplyDeleteoh, poor stone! i, too, am a lover of rocks, stones and pebbles! i have little caches of them in various places around the hellhole. i have to fight with t.w. over them, though!
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