on the shore
a stones throw away
polished by ice and fire
reflections of a gem
water frolics in glee
bubbling a gurgling flow
echoing endless waves
beyond the sea
bubbles in the ocean
evaporate into steam
fog bank rolls in
sudden passage of clouds
pebble is thrown
polished, flattened by time
reflections of breath
earth, wind and fire
skips across water
trails over rocky bottom
ripples of change
light refracted
shadows dance
a ripple drifts
across rocky lips
stone shatters
Kate said it , Dale! when I finished this poem my first thought was .how you show that every thing, even a pebble has life in it,and your imagery is wondrous!
i love the way you take an inanimate object and breath fire and life into it, Dale - both through your exact and very visual observations and through the action of throwing the stone into another energy source, the sea. I always expect something mystical and magical on your page and am never disappointed. Your writing always rings of symbolism and spirituality. Gorgeous, thank you. xx
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Eileen
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