Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Tumbling Stones

Words,
Yesterday's, today's,
Rolling around in my mind.
Could yesterday's have been
Polished more?
Will today's be
Enough.
All sharp edges
Worn down
Without losing meaning, yet
Still shining.
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2 comments:

Barb said...

I could endlessly polish - sometimes even the rough edges are beautiful. Your poem speaks a universal language of - is it good enough?

8:57 PM
ariandalen said...

Thank you for your comment, Barb!

I agree that sometimes even the rough edges -are- beautiful. :)

9:42 PM

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