“A stone is ingrained with geological and historical
memories.” - Andy Goldsworthy
The theme for this week’s Poetry Jam contributors is “Pebbles”. Here is my poem:
Pebble
A pebble was once
Sharp,
Angular,
Hard,
A piece of jagged rock
Arrogant,
Strong,
Self-important,
As a diamond renitent.
My advancing years, are as a pebble
Rounded,
Smooth,
Polished,
Engendered from years of friction, on my
Haughty,
Vigorous,
Cocky,
Youth – its naivety embarrassing…
A pebble is now wise,
Experienced,
Weathered,
Beautiful,
Made even more enlightened because of its
Composition,
Structure,
Geology,
All identical with its jagged, parent rock.
I’d rather clasp a smooth pebble in my hand,
Than a piece of sharp, angular rock.
The theme for this week’s Poetry Jam contributors is “Pebbles”. Here is my poem:
Pebble
A pebble was once
Sharp,
Angular,
Hard,
A piece of jagged rock
Arrogant,
Strong,
Self-important,
As a diamond renitent.
My advancing years, are as a pebble
Rounded,
Smooth,
Polished,
Engendered from years of friction, on my
Haughty,
Vigorous,
Cocky,
Youth – its naivety embarrassing…
A pebble is now wise,
Experienced,
Weathered,
Beautiful,
Made even more enlightened because of its
Composition,
Structure,
Geology,
All identical with its jagged, parent rock.
I’d rather clasp a smooth pebble in my hand,
Than a piece of sharp, angular rock.
A nice analogy.
ReplyDeletevery nice comparisons and really we all should be humble and not arrogant.
ReplyDeleteLove how you describe life with the changing face of the pebble. I would also prefer to hold the smooth pebble.
ReplyDelete.....and people can tread on you but never crush you!
ReplyDeleteI agree it is better to be a smooth and round pebble than a sharp rock. I have a feeling quite a few of us tend to mellow with time.
ReplyDeleteover time the wearing down....we can look at that as a bad thing
ReplyDeletebut it is rounding us out...and preparing us often
for that next step of life....
a lovely share...experience does give that smoothness & wisdom :)
ReplyDeleteYes, as time goes on we definitely have our edges worn down, don't we? Not a bad thing. I keep thinking for everything there is a season. Those times of 'jaggedness' brought certain experiences as well that helped shape us as we weathered. Without them we would be lesser (I think) than the people we are today.
ReplyDeleteAre you a person who has become wise with age? Don't tempt those Greek Gods...you know what they are like:)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to think of oneself as a pebble whose sharp edges have been smoothed away by life and experience.
ReplyDeleteGreat mirroring between the erosion of the pebble and life.
ReplyDeleteNicholas,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem very much. It is rather as my poem and the journey of life lived in the same manner..The weathering and the experiences, as per the rocks..
Eileen
Wonderful! Love this analogy, smooth with wisdom and experience :-). Excellent ending too--I would rather hold a smooth pebble too
ReplyDeleteLove it. I think I've grown into my smooth pebble stage...
ReplyDeleteBut every so often an edge gets chipped and I find I'm scuffed and rough still...
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful metaphor! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely poem! It makes use of the rock/pebble metaphor so effectively! It's just that some rocks are harder to wear down into pebbles than others :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful metaphor - erosion can wear away or polish to reflect the light.
ReplyDeletehistorical memories...yes I think this is so true and there is memory in a stone
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and a wonderful reflection on the mellowing that age brings to us.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem!
ReplyDeleteexcellent , a pebble maturing with time, nice comparison
ReplyDeletePebbles