Hold this smooth one
in your hand
color of blue steel
not too heavy
not too light
hard but soft to feel
Not too large and
not too small
a size per
haps just right
Fits within your
open palm
as moon fits
in the night
Put me in
your pocket
as you leave
upon your journey
Hold me when
the world is spinning
anchoring the yearning
Grounded with
a single stone
fingers ever turning ~
Blog: https://ozarkwaterpal.wordpress.com/
Shawn Porter is an aspiring poet, musician / songwriter, organic farmer and forager, making home in the Arkansas Ozarks.
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Ty so much for posting my poems! This is one i recently wrote after visiting with a friend. I had been showing them a few of the stones from the land. I encouraged them to take one, but traveling light, my offer was declined. Part of me wanted to be that rock and jump in their pocket. Please note, i slightly changed the ending for this poem on my blog, after sending Luna the draft. ~