Rock’s POV

Posted on November 21, 2017 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #45 – Rock  (posted by Mish)
Use it as a verb. Rock us gently or rock our world. Use it as a noun. Is it a polished precious stone, a beach treasure or a jagged rocky cliff? Is someone your rock? You may want to write from the perspective of a rock. If it had a voice, what stories would it tell us? Other derivatives of the word include rocky, rockless, rocklike, unrocked.

We resent the desperate
being labeled,
‘rock bottom.’

We dwell on cliffs,
drift with the sea,
shine on cement and sand.

Speckled, spotted, striped–
we are individuals. You sit
on us, throw us, collect us

in glass jars. Remember us;
we will outlive you.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Rock’s POV

  1. kanzensakura says:
    November 21, 2017 at 2:04 am

    Yes indeed. Those rocks will be here long after we are dust. Good take on the prompt.

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  2. Frank Hubeny says:
    November 21, 2017 at 2:09 am

    Good reminder that those stones we collect will outlive us.

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  3. Arcadia Maria says:
    November 21, 2017 at 2:18 am

    Lots of truth in those 44 words. Well done.

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  4. Mish says:
    November 21, 2017 at 3:16 am

    If only the world could collect and mingle together like those rocks….we could learn a thing or two.
    Nice one.

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  5. revivedwriter says:
    November 21, 2017 at 5:09 am

    I love that you wrote from the rock’s point of view! It really got my attention.

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  6. sarahsouthwest says:
    November 21, 2017 at 6:24 am

    Nice shift of perspective, well written.

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  7. peterfrankiswrites says:
    November 21, 2017 at 10:27 am

    Like others, glad to hear the rocks speaking up for themselves – if only we had the ages to sit down and really converse. Very nice.

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  8. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) says:
    November 21, 2017 at 2:57 pm

    You sit on us, throw us, collect us
    in glass jars. Remember us;
    we will outlive you.

    There is no reason to be too unkind and arrogant against them as they are made of sterner stuff. Very clever way of looking at it Sara!

    Hank

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  9. angieinspired says:
    November 21, 2017 at 5:35 pm

    i’ve collected tons of rocks. my poem speaks to why i stopped (i guess)

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  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    November 21, 2017 at 8:58 pm

    I think rocks rocks… and the rock is more the peak than bottom

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  11. Grace says:
    November 22, 2017 at 1:02 am

    I believe you…those rocks are forever ~

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  12. kim881 says:
    November 26, 2017 at 2:09 pm

    I love the metaphor, Sara, and the thought that rocks will outlive us.

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