Open Poetry #20 |
Nothing That Would Catch An Eye |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Nothing That Would Catch An Eye I carry a tiny rock in my pocket, not much to look at - nothing that would catch an eye, brown, drab, nondescript, just a stone, marble sized, but not so round, nestled deep in the bottom of my pocket - always changing pockets as I change clothes, constantly with me thoughout the day, and night, soothing, warm to touch. I carry a tiny rock in my pocket, not much to look at - nothing that would catch an eye, but it was the last thing you touched as you went out the door, a marble sized, brown, drab rock you picked off the floor, placed in my hand as you kissed me goodbye, I carry a tiny rock in my pocket, that I've touched everyday, for dozens of years as we kiss goodbye each morning, hello each evening, a brown, marble sized piece of rock that you gave to me such a long time ago. I carry a tiny rock, touched by the love of my life, a tiny rock - a world to me. © may 2002 wesley james beard, jr. [This message has been edited by jwesley (05-30-2002 08:37 PM).] |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Well you are just a big romantic, I can see. What a nice thought. Sandra |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Very sad description of this memorabilia! However, this is yearningly expressed and it really was a pleasure to read! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
A beautiful remembrance brought home so well. Prayers and good thoughts. ThisDiamond |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh James, this is just so romantic! Wonderful write...loved it! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well darn it all..First Elizabeth Santos gives me chills, and now you, James...with the tears... for I have a rock...a polished oval rock that has striations of color, which I hold and rub between my fingers when in thought about what next to pen, and the warm of the rock from the rub of my fingers says, bend it here, curve it there, twist, now... all for the poets to read... yes, James, I have a rock, too... |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
How wonderful to have loved as you have, and to have been so loved. And how gracefully you pen your memories. |
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