I roll pebbles between my fingers,
dancing to a slow song playing only in my mind,
imagining a candlelit ballroom
and a romantic starry sky
and all the makings of a romance novel;
dreaming of a warm body wrapped
around my own.
I wash the pebbles in the sink
with the sweetest smelling soaps
so I can press them to my lips
and feel their smoothness like a kiss of nature,
inhale the soft scent
and know that it is safe and clean and okay.
I keep my pebbles on my bedside table
and I hold them in the palm of my hand,
feeling them turn from stone cold
to warm
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I enjoyed reading this, well writtenđź‘Ś
ANGELA here - Good Morning Hannah thank You for a very beautiful Poem. Because you live @ Brighton you will have access to thousands of awesome *sea washed pebbles* ! Its the same on the S E Essex & Suffolk Coast. Everyone is different and when washed & dry they do send out vibes when you *handle* them. It is only when we turn to NATURE (away from the problems of Society & COVID 19) that our hearts are lifted and we can sing *What a Wonderful World*. Brian & I take the Youngsters from the Church beachcombing and I ask them to choose *ONE PEBBLE* wash it & dry it and carry it with them. That way they too learn *That it is the simple & natural things in life that give us most Joy* ~ AMEN ! Please check our SITE ~ Thanks A B & C !
Blessings & Joy & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela - Brian & Smokey Cat ! ! !
This is really well crafted, one of my favourites so far. With hints of wry humour, glimpses of intimacy and fading senses it is like an homage to nature.
[quote] and know that it is safe and clean and okay...
Yes there's something almost Pagan about venerating stones
J
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