Natasha L Scragg Poet Free verse

Stones

Stones...

Some are whole.
Some are broken.
Some are cut.
Some are rough.
Some are coloured.
Some are shaped.
Some are smooth.
Some are jaggered.
Some have patterns.
Some can skim.

But all will sink...

Stones...

When I see them,
I see beauty.
I see uniqueness
And character.

The human heart 
Has, at times, been 
Termed to be a stone.
More often than not
Expressed in a
Negative tone.

But some stones will
Put smiles on faces.
Stones are possessed
By all races.

When I see them
I see durability.

I see how
I could be
Like them.

For stones are not
Defined by their appearance
By their source.
They remain unjudged
If used as weapons
For a force.

Stones are what 
They are.
Admired by you 
And me.

And we value them
By what we see...

Stones.

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Robert James Liguori September 19, 2021 at 3:05 PM I went for a small adventure with my brother yesterday and saved a nice stone I found as a memory to the trip. Your poem let me remember this, even though it was just yesterday! Natasha L Scragg September 20, 2021 at 5:16 AM It's amazing how something as humble as a stone can bring back the greatest memories. This is a very nice keepsake. So much variety and beauty in colours and shapes of stones. Thank you Robert.