Tiny plush fingertips
Roll a stone between thumb and middle
The wind washes up and over her spine
And drips down along her ribs,
And between them, where the skin curves inward.
The stone had been rounded by the ocean.
The perfectionist had chosen one grey and white.
Her pupils shrunk when she spotted
This little ball in the sand.
Her hair, salty and coarse,
Matted and plastered on her back
Slinking around the curves of her shoulder blades.
“You can have it,“ said the breaking mirror before her.
“I know.”
Her whisper and the ocean’s ebbing hiss
slipped from her feet simultanously
She rolled the stone underwater
As it had been for years in the same motion
She stood to meet the wind humming, choppy and mono-tone.
Toenails, lazily dragging along the sand she said,
“I’ve been where you are,”
And now I will carry you.
In what way do you believe the girl is relating to the stone
Comments
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Too Personal for Me ...
... I'm sorry but this poem requires a lot of work to understand. I can't do it in many reads. So, I have to say that it's too personal to interpret. Sorry, Sultan
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This has spectacular imagery and immaculate meaning and wording, i really do think the way you have worded this bring out the poem and enhance its greatness
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Quite a unqiue poem filled to the brim with imagery and thoughts.
Wonderful to read
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