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.

[Liz Alexander]

Thats awsome. I love what the words that flow off the page. The journey can take you with the words you express..... Love it. I am happy you shared this story with the views of Writerscafe.org.

[The Warrior Poet]

The "Pebble" is more like a small rock. Perhaps it doubts the magnitude of it's own existence?

Rolling onto it's back at the end - is that a polite way of saying it went "belly-up"?

The timing and flow in this is perfect

[Jeff Loquist]

a simple pebble can lead such a glorious life...you have a way of taking something so mundane and breathing life into it....

then again...something tells me this about so much more than a pebble

[emmajoy]

Wonderful .. so wonderful! I don't really have to tell you why but .. it's clever, surreal sort of, it conjurs a gallery of pictures, it amuses, it sighs joy .. who'd ever thought a pebble could be sooooo ..

[Elephant Noses]

I wonder if "I, me" the subject, the narrator feels objectified or loved, possessed or desired? One thing that is tricky is here:

"turning me over and over

between his fingertips



He forgot me there

a little girl found me there"

The transition, literally, from being held to being forgotten needs more explanation or a stronger statement I suppose. I also find that the double use of there is clunky.

[Travis Lawrence]

Awesome, I love poems where objects and animals are only personified by their voice.

"He found me

dreaming at the edge of a stream

of

consciousness"

Love the spacing, how it looks as well as how it reads. The stream of consciousness that flows through everything gives the rock its life. The whole poem is so beautiful, the themes seem ancient and romantic. I can feel the Tao flowing through all of this and must say I was moved.

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Found, lifted, pinned, touched, loved, put back, forgotten, eaten, spit up, became a killer, toed and gave up. C'est la Vie. Except for the toed. The transitory nature of life never made me smile before. Probably cause it wasn't me. I notice I feel protected by your veil of imagination vividly cutting to spilled clarity. Thank You.

[FireWoman]

This is proof you can take any object and make magic with it. (But ironically, your writing is never simple.) There are always cognitive twists, history, myth & firework Jelly Belly's thrown in to enhance & tease the brain.

[Hush Hush]

ahhh, such a beautiful poem...
'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'
I love this part the most :D