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The Skipping of Stones


Walking the shoreline
Of the tranquil-jagged coast,
As the surge crashes. 
*
As the surge crashes
I pick up a flat-smooth rock;
I cast it to sea.
*
I cast it to sea
With an impulse of seeing,
The skipping of stones.

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Abe Lopez

Date: 4/18/2009 12:20:00 PM

A joy it is to do. nice work again

Tyler Davis

Date: 4/17/2009 11:54:00 PM

Nice thoughts, I like to skip stones in the river.

Date: 4/16/2009 11:52:00 AM

Oh how I loved to skip stones when I was a kid. This one brings back fond memories for me. You've got me smiling. Thank you. Karen

John Weber

Date: 4/9/2009 1:45:00 PM

I thoroughly enjoy the crafty use of hyphenated statements here, Raul! There's a palpable sensation of erosion, as if the babble of the water is eroding your tensions. Excellent pen, my friend! Warm regards, John.

David Smalling

Date: 4/8/2009 10:23:00 AM

I like your expertise with the choka ... the form also reminds me of parallelism in Jewish poetry. A little bit more subtle there, but the structure of all the Psalms.

Kristy De La Keur Scoville

Date: 4/7/2009 8:38:00 AM

Thank you so much!!! I tell Aleera she is biased after all she is my sister. I like what I have read of your poems. For me I have come to this late I was never any good at this before but something must run in the genes...LOL thank you again...

Laura Mckenzie

Date: 4/7/2009 6:52:00 AM

Yes I can see it now such a lovely reflection you made! Happy Easter Laura :)

Sharon Winter

Date: 4/7/2009 5:59:00 AM

You are doing wonders with this form. Feel so much more than the beautiful imagery. Impressive writing Raul, this one really gets my mind going. Love, Shar

Leon Wilson

Date: 4/7/2009 5:48:00 AM

I know where you have been this week, you have been to the seaside. Loved this poem, reminded me of times when I used to skim stones into the sea