Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Perished Pebble

Date: 02/26/2006 Time: 07:29 AM Visits: 35

I am a little brown rough edged pebble
that you picked up quite absent mindedly ..
One day..on the netted shore..
You played playfully..and let it fall
Back in into the graveyard of gravel
covered in sand.
a slip between your cup
your lip
and your wedding band.
swept away from your feet
by winds and
outstreched palms of
oceanless lands..
and mystical commands
and unsolicited demands
and karma bleeds
while dharma
changes hands..
only the perished pebble
the impoverished poet
understands.

170th poem.. dead word hearsed..
dedicated to edward hirsch

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