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Writing a 5 minute poem about a stone every day I til it's good day 1 and 2 and 3 and 4
Day 1:
Indistinguishable from the next
Yet placed in a pocket
Decisions made to be kept
Yet I feel I give nothing
For I am a stone after all
It's my life's work
To ponder my worth
So tiring I mostly sit and rest
Sometimes in the stomach of a fox
Other times I wake flying over the shoreline
People are cocker hoop
I am a stone
Something works in these equations
Though I wear away
The granules stay with people
When diminished I'll know why
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Day 2:
A drop in the ocean
An end of thoughts
Just tumbled, reshaped
A do-over of sorts
Take away the edges
Who am I then?
The same at the centre
No
Matter
How
Many
Times
I
Start
Again
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Day 3
Atonement cemented in muscles and bone
Dragged vision towards guilt that isn't my own
Study long and hard on what can be known
Unfortunate consequence of being alone
Is a focus on all the beauty that's flown
Just makes you heavy, burden seem overblown
Effort to move creates grumble and groan
Reality hits that life births clone after clone
Oblivious or aware, neither state can condone
Nothingness promised as thoughts I postpone
Never know if the end is reached when you're grown
Cursed with slowly forgetting as you turn into stone
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Day 4
It's a drop in the ocean
No splash.
The world feels no ripple
Gone mistypes as home
Because stories arrive
In the middle of poems
And stones might just be stones
All things have a face and a centre
Information within a core
Unreadable
Not all faces give the game away
Not when they are set like stone
A stone becomes more comforting
Than an unfathomable human
Who gives nothing away
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Day 5
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