06 July 2010


My life is built on stones
some sharp with jagged edges
others worn to a soft patina
some gray and veined with time
some pink and new and shiny.
Stop and look
pick one up
and hold it in your hand.
You'll hear my voice
see my thoughts
and you will know,
the stones that came
from you
are the ones
that shine the most.


  1. makes my heart sing...

  2. Just visiting your blog, so sorry it has taken me so long. This is so cool, I love stones and I could actually feel and see them as I read your words. I find it really fun to write about objects that we take for granted. Stones are awesome and so is this poem. <3