Down by the edge of the stream, my son looks for stones
to put in our pockets and, when forgotten, to
be found again and tumbled – rolled in our hands like
the water rolls them here, in this mountain stream.
I point to one that I like, matt grey and rounded
as a miniature boulder, he brings it to me
where I wait on the pathway, then clambers back down
to choose a stone for himself, and send it skipping.
For the dVerse prompt “MTB Rocking the Imayo“, which Laura explain as:
“–The Imayo* – and this is its structure:
- 4 lines (8 lines permissible)
- 12 syllables per line divided as7/5
- make a pause space between the 7 and 5 syllables
- use comma, caesura or kireji (cutting word) as the pause
- no rhymes
- no meter
- no end of line pauses – the whole should flow together as though one long sentence”
The prompt also required the poem to be about a stone or rock, and a literal one – no metaphors!