III

Third.

Who gives their attention to a pebble?

A pebble that may never shake earth?

A pebble so small,

versus it all,

it's fate seems to be 

of no worth.

But I myself do enjoy pebbles.

They roll in such...

peculiar ways.

They remind me of a time

when I could only feel

the warmth...

in the dark

of the

sun.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the pebbles too. I collected peddles from all the oceans and lakes I got near. They are reminders. I danced with the great ocean and lakes. I like the way you ended the poem. Small things leave us wandering back to good places and time. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[spiritwind]

This one demands reading and then demands rereading and then demands contemplation. A thinking reader's poet.
Also like the spatial presentation of the poem.

[RFDIII]

Thank you, I always appreciate a poem that no only reads well, but looks captivating. Surely it's not everybody's goal, but I do attempt to keep my poem's formatted precisely.

[Tex]

very nice write. i get it. all except this thought:

in the dark
of the
sun.

for some reason (maybe I am having a brain cramp) in the dark of the sun just doesn't click for me... but every other line in this seems perfect. instead of "dark" my feeble brain looks for "rays" or "bright" or some other one syllable word associated with sunlight. that said... this is your write and it is lovely, i don't ever remember seeing a poem about a pebble before, very unique.

[RFDIII]

Let me try to explain. As a child we believe everything is good, even though things are most often not the way we perceive them. It is about being happy because you do not know better to realize you are surrounded by sorrow. And one day it clicks and you realize that it is not warm here. On the contrary, it is quite cold.