Jacqui Thewless

Church Rock

She wants to know
what is so special
about this beach –
been here a hundred times before
under a hundred skies unnoticed
arched across that rock
that is the only constant
in a hundred seas –

the sea is luminous;
a string of single purple clouds
forms a bruised line across the blue –
I say: it’s just a rock, out there:
it doesn’t have to mean the same to you.

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010
Poem Edited: Monday, October 24, 2011

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Comments about Church Rock by Jacqui Thewless

  • Mackenzie Keane (10/5/2010 6:38:00 PM)

    very true, and very well done. good job X)

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  • Gone Away (10/5/2010 2:34:00 PM)

    We all need a rock sometimes! I enjoyed this thank you.

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