I’m having a run of random poetry, just found this one while searching for a blank page in a sketchbook. It’s a bit teenage-angst-ish, but that is about my level of poetry skill!




I am the stones beneath me

Eaten up by waves eternal.

I have no arms to save me.

My legs are rooted too deeply

To move.

Some days I bubble,

And fizz,

Invite joy.

Some days I threaten.

Some days I,

And others not at all.


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