Friday, January 21, 2011

Small Stones: Day Twenty One

I have committed to participating in the National Month of Small Stones (read about it at A River of Stones, here). This will be a real challenge for me. Rather than my usual lengthy missives, I will be reigning in my writing muses and only writing a tiny nugget to capture what I've observed. The key is being open and aware, and noting the moment when it comes. For those of you who will miss my usual rambling, I'll be including a link to favorite "oldies" that I've written -just click on the red oldie title and the link will take you there.

Today's Small Stone...

Back to front
and limbs tangled,
we drifted to sleep.
I thought,
"There's no moment in my life
as safe as this one."

Favorite Oldie...

How To Boil Water
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2 comments:

  1. Man PriceJanuary 21, 2011 at 7:29 AM

    Enjoyed your poem! As it turns out, my poem for today is on sleeping. It is interesting to see in which ways they cover the same general subject, but are so very different in how they read. Happy Friday.

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  2. BarbJanuary 21, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    Beautifully thought! Be safe.

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