a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Friday, July 4, 2014

Thirst for Poetry Jam...

Every time I see a rock
I ask it to talk to me
I long to hear its story
To share how it came to be

I've a thirst for knowledge
Only rocks can supply
Marked by creation
Unable to lie
My Hubby woos me
With rocks large and small
I'm honestly honored
That he thinks of me at all.

20 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i liked it and then you made me laugh, too. :)

thewovenspoke said...

I enjoyed that, then I am a rock hound from way back. :)

Buttons said...

Oh he is a keeper he is:) Love this. Hug B

Brian Miller said...

you got some cool rocks...neat recesses in those...and you know, he thinks of you cause he loves you...smiles.

LindaG said...

Amazing rocks he brings you, Gail. I know what you mean when you say you wonder.

Have a great weekend. ♥

Linda Wildenstein said...

I love a man with a sense of what makes his woman happy.

Ginny said...

Wow, this last rock is really something else, I have never seen one like it! Last weekend, I went to the Rock and Mineral show with my girlfriend. We bought rocks and were happy!

Gabriella said...

Your poem made me think of Moses hitting the rock to get water. The second stanza is my favorite. It seems you have a cool collection of rocks, Gail.

Sandra said...

what a man... i did not even get a diamond ROCK from mine. of course i did not want one.. wonder if a tiny rock would make a ring... love the poem and it made me smile.....

Lynne said...

I like this . . . very much . . .

Mary said...

I think there is a lot to be discovered in rocks...and I enjoy them too, thinking of all the history they contain. A thirst for knowledge in regard to anything helps us grow. Thanks for taking part in Poetry Jam!

Laurie Kolp said...

There's so much to appreciate about the world we live in... and rocks can symbolize so much.

Susan Anderson said...

I love rocks.

I also love that he brings you rocks.

=)

PS. My hubby brings me diet lemonades. Maybe I need to adjust my priorities!

Poet Laundry said...

This made me smile Gail! Rocks have stories, don't they?

Grace said...

I think your hubby is sweet Gail ~

Sumana Roy said...

rocks indeed have so much to tell and the humans know how to make them speak..love the poem ending in a sweet note...

alan1704 said...

If rocks could talk what tales they would tell. Your hubby sounds like a fine chap to me. Rocks and pebbles are great presents.

rallentanda said...

This must not get out...they will all start doing it instead of going to the jewellers:)

mrs-minerva said...

Rocks... They hold so many centuries of knowledge... A knowledge we will never be able to reach. I like this write a lot!

Anne V (Anne The Obscure) said...

Wow lovely. I love pet rocks too, and recently added a few more to my collection. Your blog in beautiful. And this poem made me giggle.

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