Sunday, December 12, 2010

Smooth and cold
scattered on the sand
begging to be thrown 
or taken home.
Your brothers and sisters
brighten the shore, 
glimmering in the evening light;
a family at peace. 

(written long ago when someone dared me to write a poem about a rock)


Stephen said...

I was tossing rocks into lake superior only this weekend.

Kelsey Sturm said...

Jealous (though that must have been mighty cold)!

Craig Sturm said...

I dare you to write a poem about other objects that float.

Kelsey Sturm said...

As in "pick other objects from the 'burn the witch' scene in 'Monty Python' ", or literally a poem about other objects that float?