Tales of Rocks and Crystals

Inspried by a bag of polished rocks and crystals that I have from Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe in downtown Seattle.

From clear to murky,

Sparkling to muted,

Every rock has a story,

A song to sing.

 

Polished to rough,

Monochrome to rainbow,

Every crystal is a beauty,

A tale to tell.

 

Some speak of oceans,

Of tides pulling in and out,

Of the great sea’s deep blue water,

Everlasting and free.

 

Others of deep mountain caves,

Of wilderness and mines,

Of weathered rocks and many seasons,

Time passing through the ages.

 

And even more, of fantasy,

A brightness not seen on Earth,

Places only the imagination can reach,

Boundless as an artist’s soul.

 

Whether with parchment and quill,

Pen and paper,

Everything has a story,

And all stories need to be told.

Author's Note

Any feedback is fantastic.

Reviews

[Helrac]

great piece! I especially loved the end

"Everything has a story,
and all stories need to be told."

There was a lightness to the flow of it but also a great message, expressed with the simplicity of a bag of polished stones. Really nice read.

[hmm]

I really loved this write, The set up is wonderful and so are the words. awesome pening hhere, love the depth.