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I'm a small pebble
making a giant ripple
A speck of black sand
on a coral white beach
The left foot
kicking up a storm

A hermit, a drifter
a paradigm shifter
I am a disruptive
not a destructive force
I think outside of the box because inside I'm lost

I've been Nero, DaVinci
Neruda, Dali
burned as a witch
and now I'm just me....
a small pebble
making a giant ripple
Poem written for a blow-torch painting I did earlier this year.
Paul Jones Apr 2018
A small pebble is placed in the stream. The pebble is carried away.
A large pebble is placed in the stream. The water flows around it.
Sēma is an ancient word for 'sign'. The poetic form Sēma points to signs of change in nature. Using intuition and imagination, a Sēma's meaning can have a human context. To know nature is to know humanity, for they are one and the same thing.
JosilinP Feb 2018
whats the point of my existence? why put a pebble in a stream full of fish
honey Dec 2017
Stony figures,
Slip through my fingers,
Much like a summer day,
Too fluid and fast to hold on to,
To keep up with
Trying to get back into the flow of writing.
IPM Nov 2017
I don't mind
the pebble in my shoe
I don't mind
three words that lost their core
I don't mind
the hidden scars on my back
I don't mind anything
anymore.
IPM Sep 2017
It's hard being a rock
with a hard surface
rough around the edges
hard to lift
or
warm you up,
wish I was
a river instead.
Just some thoughts I've been having recently.
Poetic T Sep 2017
Let the winds claim your thoughts,
reflecting on the imaginative echoes
that flow from the breeze of the mind.

Knowledge is the pebble forever bouncing
on the waters of imagination, every ripple
splashing more on every thought.
Had I let time and weather reach this minuscule pebble
that it had let itself be tainted with powdered pistachio

Had I been so grateful to put it out of its misery
tossed into the river of ever-flowing ink, varnished by the sun
another stone ?

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Poetic T Apr 2016
I was a pebble skimmed along the
waters of life, but we only brush on
the surface so many times.

Till we eventually sink below and
rest in eternity with all the other pebbles
once thrown in the waters of essence.
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