Would you like to hear me read my poem? (please disregard my dog's toenails on the wooden floor in the background :)
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Little Traverse Bay, Michigan
She reflects my image, but I don't see myself; I'm in search of her secrets, some of which lie glistening, imperfect gemstones, beneath my feet. Chillness laps my toes, my fingers, as I plunder her beauty, like a tourist, in search of six-sided mementos to nurture, lest I forget. Forget serenity. Forget to enjoy the moment. Forget to step off the path and get wet. Forget to greet the rising sun and breath it in as it slips beyond the western shore. Six months from now, when I pause and hold a part of her in my hand, I hope I will finally see myself.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 1, 2012
HERE is a bit about the Petoskey stone and below is a photo of three polished stones. We just came back from vacationing in Petoskey, MI and our family will always consider it "home".
This is linked with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Running the Brush". It was an exercise with Zuihitsu - a genre of Japenese literature. I am not sure if I successfully accomplished a zuihitsu, but this is what transpired.
