Description: At the river hunting rocks and painting I found a perfectly sculpted round rock - this came spilling out in about 5 minutes Just for fun really.
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Perfectly Round Rock Story -------------------------------------------
Life as a rock is a long and patient one.
Should a rock write a memoir ~ detailing the ages beginning with the Sands of Time, becoming in the river of Life no more the size of a dime. Dreams becoming a great mountain little men would climb. Not knowing rhyme, reason, lullabyes or nursery rhyme.
Season upon season, no growing up nor growing old - just incremental change. Microscopic elements along with fire, wind and rain helping rearrange. Everything beholds beauty and nothing's ever strange.
Ages pass without notice for rocks cannot tell time. Everything just "is" and all is truly sublime. Not being picked to skip the air is the only real rock crime.
Today the rock lay at the shore away from the current and the wake. A princess of the river tired of her visit to the lake ventured home to Lotus- her true namesake. To hunt for Mother Nature's treasures to borrow not to take; when she came upon the true roundrock as perfect God could make.
Observing the fine rock cradled in her hand ~ She declared the rock the most perfect specimen in all of Coloma Land.
Being truly perfect was too much and for something the rock had not planned. Good thing the rock had no ego and was humble and not acting grand.
This rocks lifetime is unknown and may never truly end. But isn't "IT" amazing that in a Princess a rock finally found a friend. Just hanging out and eroding at the meandering river's bend.
What a nice story. The flow was like a river cascading into a waterfall that fell forever as it fell off the edge of the earth and into the deepness of space.
Rocks. So humble. So hard. But deep down, so sincere. They do not have sorrow, yet they do not have elation. They are glad about all things, since what really is there that upsets the rock? Erosion, probably. Maybe they see erosion as old age. But how can that be, since they do not feel age or time?
Wow, you could have lots of discussions about this one! The princess truly found a thing of beauty and perfection in nature. Nature is a thing of beauty, as long as man doesn't totally kill it (too late!)
So touching this poem was, so wonderful, that I declare it 'favourite' and sprinkly glitter in your hair.
tiffany, love... this is stunningly beautiful. so original and spellbinding/mindblowing. the thoughts that flow from this work, or rather from ur mind are truly wonderful. this piece is certainly a great poem, worthy of being submitted to a poetry fest. nice, very very nice...
I love this one Tiff and think I have to fave it. I once had the pleasure of seeing Ram Dass speak and he said, "rocks are in ecstacy" and they are just hanging out soaking in the love of the Divine. It's why mountains have a "countenence" of sorts, and your piece brings it all together.
Rocks are always speaking and telling tales arent they...well to some they do...such as you. Very different style for you in this one. MOre of a story telling yet still had that nature and "IT girl" thing to it. I once sat at a campsite with some "hollywood" type friends admiring a rock and they thought I was insane, HA! I still have that rock to this day. Very nice write Tif.
First time I have ever read a story about a rock. This was superb in every way. Fascinating, innovative, creative and there are no rocks in your head Tiff ! As Beth Neilson Chapman wrote "sand and water - and a million years gone by"
How sweet! I loved this. And you did it in 5 minutes...impressive. That's time on most of my poetry as well. I loved this very much. Rocks do change with time, but never age or wear down, just wear. lol. I think it's nice you paint rocks. I have rocks I collect, but they have beautiful designs on them already. I think this was a perfect read to a cold day here where I'm at. You know already! lol. Great write!