Pebble~

He found me

dreaming at the edge of a stream

of

consciousness

hollow

with gleaming little fish  kissing my indents

and sleeping in my shade

 

He lifted me

into his palm

put me in his pocket

with little thought

took me home

to sit beside the butterfly

pinned

to a velvet screen

touched by moonlight

through the window

where a lunar moth

looking in through the glass

fell in love with a luminescent pebble

 

In the morning

he put me back

in his pocket

hopped

on the streetcar

turning me over and over

between his fingertips

 

He forgot me there

a little girl found me there

took me home

to feed me to a pond

where a koi fish

would spend many hours

pulling me into his mouth

and spitting me back out

until one day

I was an idea

caught in his throat

and belly up

he kissed the sun with scales

exhaled me through his gills

between the dancing toes

of a heron

who gave me a silver glance

and whispered;

"Fate is a b***h, ain't it?"

I had to agree

and rolled on my back

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[JelliFyshKissUs]

That pebble went through the most majestic sorrow and misfortune ever. I feel that many of us are pebbles in someone's world. But we are also priceless pearls in others', sat upon mantles or hung on golden chains to dwell in the bosom of their soul. And that is definitely what you and your writings are to me--precious, lustrous pearls I press against my heart.

[Amit Parmessur]

You write ever so well.
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[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I absolutely adore this poem. It is rife with wisdom and beauty and glistens as majestically as the nacre of a pearl in the noonday sun. You personified the web of life and how we are all entangled as one in this journey we call life. Our destinies may differ, but we walk the same path.

Linda Marie

[Matthew Kult]

I couldn't help but take this on a more literal level since my son absolutely loves to pick up stone, pebbles, rocks and bring them home. I am always so curious what tales that rock has to tell, what it has seen in it's time of existence. I wish it could tell me it's stories and the sights it has scene.

Regards,

Matthew

[smon]

Oh! What it would feel like to be this pebble! So many vivid sensations when I read this - the fish kissing my indents, the bumping of a lunar moth upon my shiny face, the fingertips, gills of a koi. I must let myself be plucked out of the stream sometimes, and see where I get taken :)

[justice]

Well, I must say that this was an excellent introduction to the quality of work at this site! I pray that I find more as talented as you! I cannot offer any new/insightful/original comment because it has all been said. Wonderful use of personification. I never thought I could connect to a pebble the way I did. haha. The images are crisp and the metaphor is fantastic. Truly, a wonderful piece of writing here! The one thing that I found a little difficult was the absence of punctuation in a few places led me to read it incorrectly. This is not on you, I as a reader need to improve. Wonderful poem, thank you for sharing!

[koty bell]

i gotta agree with marianne this touched me as well, will you come check out some of my work.

[C]

A pebble as fate and destiny. Brilliant.

[Marianne]

Well, this a poem which touches the heart not only of a pebble, but mine as well...I sense a deep sorrow of displacement, disappointment and disillusionment.
It is so like us to fall in and out of love without having truly engaged in the object of our attention...rushing ahead to the next excitement along the road.
Poor pebble, poor us !!

[Lauren Beth]

It is amazing how you bring the pebble to life and tell us its tale...beautifully written with vivid imagery as always...such creativity!