The blue jay calls
keep it keep it
I rub the stone beneath my fingers
the coolness transfers
suddenly summer is gone
I see the still water
it must move somewhere
as it goes and stays
but never sits
one for the love I cannot give
one for the love I cannot forget
the rings of each reflect the sky
-by the Corbyhawk
4 comments:
Just beautiful Corby, I love picking up stones from a river they are always so smooth and cool; I usually put them back but sometimes and this sounds silly but I make a wish before I do, so that it may travel through the water to someone who will catch my wish and maybe grant it. ♥ xoxoxo :)
You are getting better and better at this poetry stuff!! The last two are very nice.
I heartily concur with Jean.
Thanks you guys **smile**
I am trying.
-Corby
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