The Pebble

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She is
The agate in his pocket,
The weight on his mind,
The pebble in his shoe,
His worry stone…
Yet
She is
Precious.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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20 Responses to The Pebble

  1. pjb1943 says:

    Very true.
    Paul

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  2. Interesting. Thinking …

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  3. mixedupmeme says:

    This is a good one………….from meme ……writing authority. lol

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  4. Nice simple and understandable poem that is very relatable.

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  5. alarmingman says:

    Very nice writing – love the contrast at the end.

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  6. makagutu says:

    I love poetry and I have a handicap, I can’t wrap my head around writing any 😦

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    • emmylgant says:

      Poetry is letting the illogical mind have its say; it’s life in metaphors; it’s playing with words, giving them rhythm and music when you can’t read a note; it’s grabbing life by the throat when it takes your breath away…. it’s staying unbuttoned long enough to fully feel it.
      My definition anyway.

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