A good skipping stone is flat and smooth
It fits well between index and thumb.
Balanced, it follows the will of the throw
Hits the water once with nary a ripple,
Then moves gracefully through the air.
It dances on water in measured arcs,
Tension flattens as the will completes its journey.
The stone glides to stillness,
Gently sways underwater
Then comes to rest
In unfathomable depths
Where it belongs,
In the sand.
The wrong stone or an unmeasured throw,
In a missing conjunction of thought and care,
Becomes a projectile,
An offensive detonation,
A lapidating explosion,
An unexpected consternation.
In concentric circles
It sinks in the shallows.
A stone vituperation,
Raw edges barely hidden
Danger to skin and bone,
Easily dredged and thrown
By a storm.
Top photo– stories.inspiredbyiceland.com
Bottom photo– http://joshfults.com/tag/what-we-do-matters/
Et allegorique, UnElephant croit.
Merci. Pour la magie tu t’y connais!
Et oui bien sur c’est allegorique.
Les mots parlent souvent d’autres choses que ce qu’ils disent.
I agree with Elephant: Magic.
Thank you. Yes, that’s what words do sometimes. 🙂
“Lapidating.” I had to look that one up.-)
I live for those moments! 😉
Emm, my dear, you have dared to use words that haven’t passed before my eyes in years…, and I loved it !!! ‘Tis a beautiful thing to see an elegant word properly used. Thanks!
On skipping stones…, as a boy of 9-10yrs old, I was an expert. I lived along the banks of a river and this and fishing (sometmes at the same time) were excellent pastimes. Thanks for the memory.
Thank you Paul. I am not surprised that you were a champ at skipping stones! A boy and a river, how could it be otherwise?
Me? If I cam make it bounce three times I will strike it off my bucket list!:-)
So, so talented
Thank you. Smiling really, really big.
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