A gathering of rocks
The mighty and the fallen
The washed up
And the broken
The self assured
And rooted
Scattered across the beeches
A demograph of difference
A collection of consciences
A bustling shore
Of sleepy stones
I search for
You
The One
But how can I
Make you out?
Amidst the many
And the few
Amidst the ancient
And the new
How will I know?
My eyes searched in vain
A few peculiar looking pebbles
Different but still plain
Caught my eye
You were not to be found
Close to the shore
By the cliff I sensed a mound
Of boulders dark and strong
I stood amidst
Their heavy darkness
Rocks moist from the
Crashing waterfall
Above
And then I saw you
And recognised you instantly
My smooth
Companion
A glimmer of hope
Hidden
In the darkness
I reached down
I put you in my pocket
And I promised
I would never
Let you go
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just etching out my thoughts a little imperfectly. Like this pebble I keep in my pocket from Whitby
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sometimes, maybe once in every while or every now and then, without so much as conscious thought or effort.. we just know... and when that does happens, for a moment at least, everything just seems to come together.. keep that pebble with you sylviasearcher...
Sometimes I give it to my son to keep in his pocket on days he's most anxious ..m
giving it on loan, when he might benefit, or need it, is a truly beautiful gift... I have absolutely no objection to that at all x
This is stunningly written... I can really relate to it as well. Nicely done!
Thanks for your kind words serenwise 💜
I too keep a stone, it is a white stone from Iona.
Mine is white/ off white. It has lines like veins running across it.
An amazing write Sylvia - - that special pebble is available to warm every heart and pocket so long as it is really searched for......... I found mine moon ago....... thanks my friend for this reminder.
Thanks Fay, I am glad I managed to remind you of your special stone.
These pieces of matter which were there ling before us and will remain long after 💜
Thanks Fay, I am glad I managed to remind you of your special stone.
These pieces of matter which were there ling before us and will remain long after 💜
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