All my poetry may be written in stone from now on...
In your admiring
gaze
I am the
avalanche roaring down the mountain
A force of nature
Fierce and magnificent
I am reflected
in the depths of the Grand Canyon,
The rich hues of
the Rocky MountainsThe lush greens of the Appalachians
Large as Mount
Rushmore,
Detailed as the sorrowed
brow of Michaelangelo’s Pieta
Loved as smooth as Saint Peter’s toe
In your tender touch
Am I the river
pebble you didn’t skip across the slow-moving water?
The polished
lapis lazuliOr tigers eye
Glinting under dust on your bookshelf?
Am I the chip of
quartz you found
Hiking one
summer dayWading in the shallows
Kissing around a bend in the trail?
Am I the emerald
locked in gray stone
Potential
unmeasured
Waiting to be
revealed
Dogs
in house:
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Houdini, Brindle
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Time
writing:
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~20 minutes
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April word count:
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9,256
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