I used to collect rocks as a kid
Well, I guess I still do
Since there is an assemblage of them
Somewhat arranged on my bookshelf now
While searching for more
Rocks I found would slip through my fingers
Landing on the shore or plopping into the water
And settle among the ones I left
How wonderful it is that I was usually able to find them again
How precious that I can discern which one was special to me
While others may only see a simple rock
SWD 08/2020
❤️
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Yes, I have a fascination for small stones and rocks. I have found minor fossils, and I am sure I have the small remains of a meteor.
I enjoyed you poetry.
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Eminently relatable. Salute!
In a similar vein, I thought you might enjoy this:
https://eggsovertokyo.blogspot.com/2019/03/face-rocks.html
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I can relate.
The feeling of excitement at recovering one of my ‘unique finds’ is always wonderful, and sometimes elicits a childlike squeal of excitement from me.
Thanks, Shllyn.
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Hi Shllyn,
Maybe it’s because I have taught creative writing and I am prone to over-analysis, but when I read your last stanza I felt as if the rocks could be symbolic for relationships. It made me think of relationships that were special and those that were not. I really enjoyed this poem and read it several times to understand meaning beneath the words.
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