Saturday, January 28, 2012

Small stone: January 28, 2012


My journey of the small stones is about reflecting.
Overhead startlingly blue, but wind-shimmering water
fragments the moment.
A friend’s loving old dog mirrors affection,
whole and accurate.
Sky, water, human, dog.


3 comments:

  1. I like that last line - like a mantra of loved observations.

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  2. Stunning images in your poem. I too like the reflections of things that love and are loved - in particular, "A friend’s loving old dog mirrors affection, whole and accurate. Sky, water, human, dog." Very beautiful.

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  3. Thank you Barb and Cynthia. It was a fine moment, as you have noted. The friend's dog is 17 1/2 years old...vigorous and loving.

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