Light Obi Poet Free verse

Pebbles

Stones 
washed 
ashore 
by 
a 
furious 
sea,rushing 
like 
yellow 
buses 
on 
a 
frenzied 
flight. 
The 
pebbles 
washed 
out 
lay 
like 
an 
abandoned 
offering 
to 
an 
unpunctual 
deity 
who 
may 
come 
or 
stay 
back 
to 
make 
supplications. 
The 
sea 
in 
rage 
threw 
them 
at 
the 
feet 
of 
men,beast 
and 
the 
wild 
wearing 
of 
the 
wind. 
They 
lay 
there 
like 
orphans 
in 
an 
enternity 
of 
sorrow:then 
came 
the 
heavy 
rains 
of 
the 
moonsoon,the 
sad 
sunday 
sun 
and 
the 
wild 
west 
wind,and 
they 
laid 
their 
like 
destitutes. 
Then 
one 
day,a 
forelone 
fellow 
came,wrecked 
by 
the 
sea 
and 
thrown 
to 
the 
shores. 
He 
squart 
among 
the 
hapless 
stones;picked 
one 
to 
scrub 
his 
callused 
soles,another 
to 
cuddle 
like 
a 
chubby 
child. 
They 
bonded 
like 
water 
and 
cassava 
flour. 
A 
stone 
in 
his 
hand, 
a 
million 
lonesome 
stones 
on 
the 
shore. 
He 
picked 
one 
and 
in 
it 
sparked 
a 
hopeful 
glit. 
He 
sighed, 
andlooked 
before 
the 
sun. 
A 
pearl 
among 
pebbles? 
An 
end 
to 
his 
troubles.

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