Rock Love

Out in the woods

alone, alone

A rock sat silent

and looked at a stone.

He  thought to himself

What a wondrous sheen

She has in her curves. . . 

O! That is beauty sublime.

But the very beauty

that he so admired

That struck in his center

a passionate fire

Also made the poor rock

quite dumb. . .

So he sat, and he looked,

and he twiddled his thumbs

And adored from a distance

the beautiful stone;

While she, in her turn,

admired a bone.



8 Replies to “Rock Love”

  1. Lovely tone to this piece – assonance perhaps – complemented by a rhythm that paces the narrative for a nice reading experience. A well executed poem.

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