On my walk
I kicked a rock.
Flip-flop.
I liked the sound,
kicked it again--
harder this time.
Flip-flop, rip-rop.
One more time,
Flip-flop, rip-rop,
rumbly, tumbly
rippity,rop.
and then my rock
stopped,
at the side of the road
in another pile of rocks.
Couldn't tell
which rock
was my rock.
No more
flip-flop, rip-rop,
rumbly, tumbly
rippity,rop.
So long rock
as I continue
on my walk. I do like rocks, but I usually focus on how they look and feel. This morning I kicked the rock and liked the game I started. David Harrison has a poem about using a rock for a laser rocket gun. Have you played a game with a rock? Have you tried building with rocks? So today try writing a poem about a rock. Have fun.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI'd like to read some poems about rocks in my head. Now you have me wanting to Google for poems on this topic. See how you make us think!
Not a bad idea, Linda. A collection of rock poems.Now you've got me thinking about a poem with a line about cracking open a rock to see the starlight inside and I can't remember the poem title or the author. Once again you are sending me on a mission. We do this to each other a lot, don't we? It is fun meeting this way. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joy.
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