The Rock

I am a rock on the beach, a rock on the beach
down a kid will reach, pick me up
and toss me into the cool water
I sit there for years
slowly

crawling

toward the shore.
When I reach the smooth sand, where the water laps,
It washes over me, then back for more.
That was my old life, the good one.
Now, I just sit on this shelf, dust over me.
It only leaves when a big fluff of yellow




runs



over


me, brushing it away.
I was a rock, free as could be,
now all I am is a souvenir

someone got for free





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Ranea said...
Jan. 7, 2012 at 10:58 pm
wicked job. i really liked the sybolism and discription
 
scenesoccerqueen replied...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 6:52 pm
Whoa im speechless. this is great!
 
Ezzallenne said...
Oct. 24, 2011 at 11:31 am
I like this one. It seems like the rock is really symbolizing a person who was abandoned by someone or something.:)
 
BBBBB said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 4:03 am
i also liked the last line, very poetic
 
HannSawyer15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 3:10 pm
I really loved this! I honestly saw no need for it not to get published... loved every second of it. Keep writing! You're great at it. :)
 
dolphin13 said...
Jul. 30, 2011 at 11:50 am
Wow, I really like this. it is a very interesting concept and you described it really well. I especially like the last line. Very good!
 
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