We gather what we can
in comings and goings,
leavings scraping us
against stone clink of Gone
with wind, with tumble down earth,
with fire sputtering to ash
and yet marks of having rubbed
against each other are there:
see, breeze has bent a willow;
fallen face of a mountain,
once bridged as nose of Chief;
a ring to stones where once danced warriors.
An ocean touches pebbled shore
with garden’s green
and I am left old moss without you.
Author notes
picture provided by contest holder. prompt: Pebbles
In a list
A contest entry
- Spiritualangel's 3rd Quicky Contest..PIF.. Picture and prompt inspired/ 15x15x15 by spiritualangel.
415 points, ended November 25, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Nicely written and an interesting take on the prompt indeed. vivid imagery and good flow, well done in the contest with this one to grab the HM...Scott
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ty Scott, I lvoed writing this one, the jpg was so evocative.
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see, breeze has bent a willow;
fallen face of a mountain,
once bridged as nose of Chief;
a ring to stones where once danced warriors.
An ocean touches pebbled shore
with garden’s green
and I am left old moss without you.
Flowing like a wave. great.
good luck in contest -
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ty, pen friend. Old Chief lsot the bridge of his nose a fw years ago. I once crawled across it to reach the pinacle, never to be done again. I appreciate your kind words.
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stunning!
Ami ...lost for words
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ty, ami. I so appreciate your comment. As a writer we can be hot and cold..my Muse has been shivery lately.
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Writing to stones I heard the faint whisper
of love for the chaffing and touching that
made us want to lie and let the ocean rub
us to rounded smoothness.
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Oh, man, your comments are always so alluring, my friend
this morning.
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I do agree that it is nature which can be one with us becoming a mate of the soul while revealing its truth..I love this piece..and you did a master
crafting here ..well done..
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ty Prab. Youa re so loyal to my poetry as well. I always appreciate seeng your name in my comment boxes.
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"and yet marks of having rubbed
against each other are there:"
We all leave marks on each other, dontcha think?
You've marked me Mahvelously, M'Lady. 
~ Nicky♥
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And you Mavahloussssssssssss friend, back at ya....yes, we have a few chinks, butmostly we are round faces of friendship.
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"We gather what we can
in comings and goings,
leavings scraping us
against stone clink of Gone
with wind, with tumble down earth,
with fire sputtering to ash"
Another impeccable penning from your gifted heart, my dear Friend. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. Wanda
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ty dearest. Your last poem for Lia is amazingly beautiful btw.... we are all blessed by you..you know that, don't you?
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