on my desk i have ten beach pebbles
no function to explain
yet reason enough
to remain and remind me
what cannot be put into words
only feeling
and to pick them up
is to hold the smooth
of time ages and the sea.
rolling, turning
worn in time, over time,
over and over again
1 comment:
Hi Jack,
I've been catching up on your poems this mid-day, and enjoying every one. This one is so beautiful, reminding me of all the little rocks and shells I've collected through the years, and how touching them can bring the peace of ages.
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