Pebbled shore, miracle of creation
nature in violent eruption or massive mountains
made each, left them underfoot,
curiousities for child's play;
but consider pebbles and man,
peace resides in the pebble
no lust for profit to roil waters
or worsen the air; war cruelly reducing its numbers.
Pebbles persist in sun, warmth, dryest drought,
despite lack of food or ravaging disease.
Consider the man and pebbles now at his feet;
consider the unfeeling pebbles
and a lost memory of man
etched on its skins, with no one left to see.
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
Comments
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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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Pebbles persist in sun, warmth, dryest drought,
despite lack of food or ravaging disease.
Consider the man and pebbles now at his feet;
Just true ! Every creation of god has some life and we are unable to feel it, as asuming dead.
Great words really dear, touching soul.
good luck in contest
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