Untitled (suggestions?)
A stone’s growth is inverse,
Time’s trials reverse its mass,
Revert
To smaller and smaller forms,
In this backwards trend there are no norms
The pebble all alone,
Might be the stone,
Inside your shoe,
Or a diamond in the earth,
Or a diamond set in an invulnerable alloy
To shave and mould the others of it’s kind.
So many stones together,
Might be the gravel on your driveway,
Lightly dusted by the heather,
Or covered in snow by winter’s weather.
Enough rocks in the right place
And you’ve got a gravel beach,
Waiting for time to teach
Every one how to be sand,
As though it were bland.
Turning every dull piece into a hundred thousand
Glittering particles of dust-like sand.
What does it take to break down
Into an indistinct sea of distinct matter?
Just a little bit of space and more than enough time for everyone to ponder
Think of:
The mountain that gave you the beach that you walked on last.
The stone can’t help but surrender,
To you or time, it matters little.
March 26th, 2009 at 5:50 pm
suggestion for title?
Why live life like sand paper? Or something about shrink and see the mountains would sound neat=)
It’s nice spring here can see the sand again. Nice to read others observing springs return
March 26th, 2009 at 9:37 pm
I dug this aswell, its an interesting view of how stone “grows” excellent description, and so true.
A name though..
You could always steal Hendrix’s “Castles Made of Sand”
Just a thought
June 2nd, 2009 at 4:57 am
Dust
Time
Or maybe just Watch…as in see what time does.
this piece is one of my favorite by you.
maybe it is my age…LOL!
or how about
in the end are we not all just
Dust?
Rane
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