Gathering of speckled stones
Some perfectly shaped and round
Others, oddly even but crafted by nature
Not from the same family
Yet, they cohesively create a crowd
Unfamiliar designs and trapped signs
Maybe the ancient signs
Communicating in a sign language unknown
Speckled stones reflect brightness
Looks unyielding, but may have soft hearts
Years of diligent tutoring by nature
Shaped their present demeanour
None would know their journey
Caress them and feel their patience
Let me carry some, for a tête-à-tête
The speckled stones will adorn a house©
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This poem calls to me…I’m always gathering or looking at rocks and stones, your words tell a beautiful story!
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I am glad you liked this poem. As a kid, I used to collect stones too, especially the rounded ones and also some which were uniquely shaped. Now, when I was writing this it all came back to me and yes reflecting on those episodes felt good. Simple things bring joy.
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A friend whom I met while taking yoga moved back to Australia this past May and gifted me with precious rocks from her country of origin, yes, simple things bring great joy!
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Wonderful gifts. I believe rocks narrate a story, be it the ancient sites or even the ones in the woods and beaches. Nature trusts them with secrets I guess.
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“Nature trusts them with secrets”, I like this sentence, it stirs the imagination!
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Thank you. May be this idea will lead to some poetry or story.
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I was thinking the same…
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Beautiful, Amitav! What a gorgeous celebration of the diversity of life!
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Thank you, Tanya.
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