Poetry Jam
Pebbles
PEBBLES AND SHELLS
Walk the beach
feel the sand
let the waves talk
turn the pebbles in your hand
smell the air
see what is there
what do you feel
breath…breath deep!
make this freedom real
Pebbles have history to reveal
I love to pick up a smooth pebble and keep it in my pocket when out for a walk on the beach there is something soothing about the feel of them.
ReplyDeletesoothing and relaxing and a must do thing
DeleteI can feel the pebble in my hand.
ReplyDeleteLovely
where ever we live we can feel small stones and find comfort
DeleteStep by step each word makes one come face to face with the vastness even a tiny pebble has such an infinite saga behind its existence...beautiful Rae Ann...
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DeleteSo true -- there is so much history in pebbles! The idea of breathing deep is exhilerating.
ReplyDeletepebbles seem to help on the breathing in of the air we need to relax
DeleteYour poem feels like a fresh walk on the beach.
ReplyDeletewe all need a walk on the beach
DeleteLovely to stroll along the sea with you !
ReplyDeletewe all need to walk togeather there and listen to the water and pebbles
DeleteGoing through your in the morning luckily. It is quite refreshening!
ReplyDelete*your poem
DeleteVery nice...the sea has witnessed all of life on earth's
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fantastic lines ,
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Short, sweet & simple :)
ReplyDeletePebbles do have their own stories...
Wonderful rhyme in this - particularly the finishing couplet. Love the turning of pebbles in your hand. That for me, is like holding a bit of geological eternity - as well as, the sweetest of that moment, on the beach, when you plucked it from the sand. Magic!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the walk! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhen I go to the beach (which is pretty frequently here) I pick up pebbles, feel them, study them and carry them for a while; then, usually, I toss them back to their friends before I leave.
Indeed, each pebble has a different story to tell... I enjoyed this, Rae Ann.
ReplyDeletePebbles are each their own story aren't they? And so interesting how one will call out to us to be picked up, whioke another we pass over. A beautiful poem :-)
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