Thursday, August 7, 2014

"Little Traverse Bay"

Little Traverse Bay

For a six sided gemstone I search,
plunder stillness like a tourist -
face flush with the rising sun,
splashing, humming, exploring.

If only I'd keep the me she sees,
I wouldn't need a weathered memento
uprooted from protective embrace -

Instead store promise internally,
take it out, polish it,
appreciate the imperfect preciousness
of me.

by Margaret Bednar, revised (again) August 7, 2014

I've fiddled with this poem several times … just needed to "record" the newest version.

Petoskey Stones are the "mementos" I am referencing. 

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