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Photo: Laura Purdie Salas
I love the rocks of the North Shore of Lake Superior! This pic makes me think of:
1. Treasure hunting
2. The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
3. Poem in Your Pocket Day
OK, the picture doesn’t actually make me think of #3. But it’s Poem in Your Pocket Day! So print out a poem–find some cool printable poems here from Poets.org–and carry it around today. Share it with people. Make extra copies and give it away. Tape it to someone’s desk. Slide it into someone’s locker.
Here’s my poem first draft, in haiku to keep up my Poetry Month Haiku-a-Day:>)
jasper, agate, flint
sagging, rattling, damp jacket–weighty pocket poems
–Laura Purdie Salas
What does this picture make YOU think of? Whatever enters your mind, jot a quick 15 words or less poem and share it in the comments! Feel free to comment on each others’ poems and tell what your favorite part is:>) I love the comments you guys have been leaving.
And don’t forget to put a poem in your pocket!
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WHAT’S THEIR FATE?
Multicolored jewels
scattered on land, what’s their fate?
It’s in nature’s hands.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
I love this one. Beautiful rocks always make me think that it’s so random and funny how we assign some rocks as incredibly valuable, while we think others are only worth stepping on. And I like the power this poem gives nature–it’s the winds, the tides, the rains, that will determind where these rocks end up…
jagged pebbles on the beach—
reminders of your mortal soles,
reflections of your girth.
Ha! Just found this. Love that second line (makes “American Pie” play in my head–can music save your mortal soul?) I really like the word reflections, too, since the shininess of the rocks gives this a double meaning. Nice!
To make stones blush
what does it take?
Rain, a river
an ocean, a lake.
- Violet Nesdoly
I was struck immediately by the vivid colors of these ordinary pebbles in the photo. (If only water made me look that good!)
love this, Violet!
Dances on Water
Slow waltzing with you,
curling steps into the
craggy shoreline,
skipping stones,
promises tossed away
-Pamela Ross
Oh, I love the curling and the craggy, and then the sound of that last line with its two ah sounds. That haunting, lonely sound.
I’m a grouch
’cause ouch! ouch!
I went the wrong way
on my barefoot day.
Hehe. Brings back memories (some as a grown-up) of me hopping across either rocky beaches on Lake Superior or scalding sandy beaches in Florida, going, “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! with every step.”
That happened to me too on the longest beach ever – no fun.
A sister tenderfoot! Amen!
I clink and shuffle
Water lapping over me
Pebble on the beach
I love the twist of this, how you ARE the pebble on the beach. Nice!
Brilliant Catherine – I never thought of writing it from the pebble’s perspective!
Great title Cathy, The Pebble’s Perspective
constellation beach
pebbly stars recede as
their time becomes dust
Beautiful. I love the pebbly stars…
Ooch. Owch. Ooch. Owch.
I wish I had my shoes.
If I could make it to the sand,
I’d lie down for a snooze.
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!
Ah, so you’ve walked barefoot on those North Shore rocks, then:>)
That’s so cute, Cathy
We had the same vision- or felt the same pain!
Water Works
boulders busted
rocks rounded
pebbles smoothed and shined -
river washed
surf-grounded:
sandy beach in time
- ellie
Love the damp jacket, Laura. Been there so many times, still collecting even with sagging, weighty pockets.
Love how you capture this process, ellie. It’s one that fascinates me:>) I especially loves surf-grounded.
And thanks!
Thank you. Fasinates me also. The photo was gorgeous! Just wish I had used the word broken instead of busted in my poem. Should have had more coffee before posting.
april sun…
pebbles on the sand
borrow the heat
Borrowing that heat–beautiful! Just a neighbor borrowing a cup of sunshine:>)
Pebbled skin
on a Rino’s back
sleak and shiny, prepared
for attack.
Well, staying out of the political conversation, I like the contradiction here–the pebbled skin, and the sleek shine…