Beached.
Empty sand
except for old boulders pounded
by incessant sea.
In my hand
wetly warm one polished pebble
with soothing appeal.
Tidal lands
expose jewel-smooth comfort rocks
that if used can heal.
Granite band
girdling a middle forecasts wealth
to those who believe.
Grateful thanks
due for alchemic fondling stones
waiting on beaches.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Such a wonderful piece dear friend. Your pebble lies in wait for just the right person to come along and notice it for its simple beauty. I agree, those are often the greatest treasures. I collect fallen feathers on my morning walks and tuck them away, sealed in plastic. They are oh so precious. Thank you for sharing this delight!
I do, I do Fay - Years ago when very young I found a stone amazingly similar in size shape and composition - Nature's forces which formed it (volcanic, time, that which shaped and polished) all spoke to me through that stone. Almost a mystical experience, I think.
Good write Fay.
A family tradition whenever by the shore, to pick up a couple or so of these beauties! TFS Faye.
I do the very same thing .. a lovely well-rounded poem too dear Fay x
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