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Monday Poetry Prompt: Pebble

This week let’s write a pebble poem. They’re frequently underfoot, sometimes painfully so, but they still deserve poetry. Polish your pebble into a diamond and post it in the comments below.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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21 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Pebble

  1. Upon a second look
    those pebbles look like potatoes
    small red new potatoes
    boil them whole
    add butter and parsley
    always a winning side dish
    but don’t serve whatever is in that picture
    unless you want to make the dentist rich

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | September 1, 2021, 1:29 AM
  2. Finally got around to posting my pebble poem:

    Fraiku: Pebble

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 27, 2021, 8:05 PM
  3. Bartholomew – Couldn’t resist! 😊

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by GypsieWolf2014 | August 24, 2021, 7:23 PM
  4. Thank you so much Cassa! 😊

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by amio1958 | August 24, 2021, 12:58 AM
  5. Ripples

    Tiny chunks of prehistoric Earth rest beneath our feet
    Tread upon day by day without an moments relief
    What if we looked down one day
    To see the pebbles washed away

    What then would lay beneath our heels
    Ancient rock hard as man-made steel
    Before a pebble came to be
    A cobble predates its history

    Prior to that and before mankind
    Earths crust did shake and it did grind
    To break away these giant chunks
    Or push straight up in massive hunks

    That solid rock with many names
    Mineral quartz from the Thames
    Sandstone to lava-stone to flint stone more
    No not Fruity Pebbles from the grocery store

    Pebbles they hold the Earths time line
    Geologists search years for a sign
    A mark a scratch an unknown scroll
    Left upon a rock within a knoll

    They say that each and every stone
    Upon the land and sea where thrown
    Formed ripples over and through the land
    Leading to the birth of man

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    Posted by amio1958 | August 23, 2021, 11:59 PM
  6. It was a small thing
    that slipped into my sock
    when I was running
    carefree
    in the wash

    it lingered and rubbed
    I, too busy to stop and see
    what this roughness was doing
    to my tender leg

    later I caught a glimpse
    of crimson through the cotton
    brighter than any stop sign

    and stop I did to inspect
    the damage such a wonder had caused
    not smooth like a pearl
    but bloody and jagged
    it fell to the ground
    as my ocean leaked through
    the retaining walls of my body

    dark crusted iron surrounding
    the scarlet of fresh heme
    stuck to formerly white sock
    as I pull it away

    that pebble was probably
    420 billion years old
    when it caused that wound
    scar still visible to this day
    a warning to me
    to be aware of little things
    that most would try to ignore

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 23, 2021, 10:44 PM
  7. Saw Plymouth rock on holiday
    Not a pebble but smoothed by the sea

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    Posted by Catherine Penafiel | August 23, 2021, 7:17 PM
  8. The Pebble Drive

    The school bus set her down
    in lethargic sun
    she ran the long pebble drive
    excited like the popping corns
    a delicious cool lemonade
    made by grandma’s loving hand
    was her reward

    In the deep of the night
    whatever beautiful dream she was in
    would be woken up by
    the sound of her father’s car
    rolling in the long driveway
    like broken eggshells crashing
    into shattered glass

    she hid underneath the bed
    clutching her teddy bear
    but that night
    there were lights
    and many set of footsteps
    she saw her drunken father’s rage
    no more

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | August 23, 2021, 4:22 PM
  9. What if The Princess and the Pea
    had been called The Princess and the Pebble
    It would have been a rocky start
    but what a twist
    for a spine tingling adventure

    Liked by 3 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 23, 2021, 8:14 AM

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