Sunday, December 12, 2010

Bother+Sister=Metamorphic

I called it archeology
because the big word made my mouth feel good;
helped the two years between us shorten
and stand small, but strong next to the millennia.
Together we learned how the stones were cooked and bent and compressed:
Igneous,
Sedimentary,
and Metamorphic.
Only wet rocks show their true colors.
In the backyard we took hammers to granite
smashing our way through a molten backstory.

These days I steal beach rocks by the pocketful.
And sometimes, when I know nobody's watching
I'll spit on them,
think wistfully of hammers,
and remember who they really are.



done for poetry potluck week14

6 comments:

  1. Nice poems! I love taking rocks from the beach as well, they are simply beautiful :)

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  2. I read another rock post earlier and my comment will be the same, "I love a good stone." Especially river stones..

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  3. I like the idea of how you look at the rocks today to remember earlier times. Cute and effective.



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  4. wow,
    what an equation.
    love your creativity here.
    well done.

    A+

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  5. Glad to see you in...

    visit a few near your own entries, enjoy the fun reading..
    :)

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