Forgotten stone..

I am a forgotten stone,

 

the one that rests in your pocket,

 

the one that broke your washing

 machine when you found me all clean 

and shiny,

 

you stare long and hard,

 

remembering 

why? 

why did you pick me up?

 

I saw no shimmer of hope 

and so you tossed me aside, 

and I landed with a thud.

 

Alone once again, this forgotten stone...

Reviews

[Art Sun]

very creative Stefanie...now that the washing machine is broke...well at least your all nice and shiny ...

[EMF]

A wonderful poem. Sharp, bright and insightful. Given the subject matter that takes skill and class to do. But you have it in bucket loads

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

OUCH, a very interesting way to express a breakup. I know it hit me with a THUD!!