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Rock Collection.
I row my lonely boat
through the ambient lagoon
I stop the boat under
a weeping willow tree.
My lonely childhood
has entitled me to
a lonely rock collection.
As there is no one to witness me,
I tip the box of rocks
they tumble over one another
plopping and plunking into the
clear, navy blue water.
Suddenly, I notice one rock
about to tumble out with the rest
I jerk the box back towards me
a select the rock from the few left over.
Those are tossed senselessly
into the lagoon with the others
and I gaze at the rock left in my palm.
My first rock
the shining gem, the beginning
of my lonely childhood-
finally, I drop this one, too, and follow it
as it sinks and settles on the bottom.
written july 13, 2007
through the ambient lagoon
I stop the boat under
a weeping willow tree.
My lonely childhood
has entitled me to
a lonely rock collection.
As there is no one to witness me,
I tip the box of rocks
they tumble over one another
plopping and plunking into the
clear, navy blue water.
Suddenly, I notice one rock
about to tumble out with the rest
I jerk the box back towards me
a select the rock from the few left over.
Those are tossed senselessly
into the lagoon with the others
and I gaze at the rock left in my palm.
My first rock
the shining gem, the beginning
of my lonely childhood-
finally, I drop this one, too, and follow it
as it sinks and settles on the bottom.
written july 13, 2007
Published 26th Dec 2009
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18th Jan 2010 6:09am
I like the imagery of this piece. It reminds me of all the needless things we hold on to for comfort. When one day we realize that they are meaningless to us. We still linger, but eventually move on. I like that you illustrate a calm and easy transition. It's soothing.
