A Stone's New Home
(an Ottava Rima)
The cliffs are towers here; one mere stone am I.
Boulders all around me. I am on my own.
Someone picks me up and raises me up high.
How blue appears the sky as I'm being thrown!
Skipping over water, I'm free; I can fly!
Dropping into sea. . . . Am I again alone?
It's mushy where I've landed. . . . but I can see
way down here are beautiful small stones like me!
For Shadow Hamilton's Bring to life Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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