We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
Showing posts with label small stones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small stones. Show all posts

13.8.18

Stones for the River

Stones for the River

About the name of my second poetry blog, also written (like the previous poem) for Poetic Bloomings. But as it is not itself a 'small stone' kind of observation, it is posted here rather than there.



‘Small stones’ are observations,
pieces of mindful writing –
looking outside oneself 
for the beautiful, interesting or strange,
as if on a walk you found a stone,
brought it home and polished it.

Satya Robyn called them that
in 2010 when she invented them
and invited the world to play along
every day for a month. The world did,
creating a river of stones. Some of us 
continue. Mine are verse; it’s what I do.