Not A Poet But A Pebble Poem by Not Long Left
Not A Poet But A Pebble
Let this be said,
I must confess
let it be heard,
with these words.
That I am not a poet.
No. I am a pebble
stuck on a pebble
heavy beach.
Pleading with the sea,
to wash me inland.
So I can be,
picked up,
And taken home.
Vincent this is lovely. At first I thought you were talking about being one of a million trillion poets on this site (perhaps you were) and wanting to be noticed. But then there was that little twist at the end. Great read and I noticed you and took you home. Love Gyp's
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4/26/2024 11:04:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This made me smile Vincent, thanks for that. 10 from a grateful collector of pebbles! ! ! really. Smiling Tai