I spotted this getting off my bike one day and the concept stuck




trapped pebbles

ground and chopped

and smashed and pummeled
chewed and beveled

and crushed and hammered

 

cliff to rock to stone to pebble

 

mished and mashed

and stirred and heated
mixed and matched

and poured and treated

 

rock to stone to pebble 

stop

 

no more beaches
pebbles trapped in solid liquid

trodden on, trodden down
by wheels and feet

 

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-11-12 at 14:02

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I knew this reminded me of something. It just came to mind, though what it means is beyond me:

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."

—Wm. Blake
2012-11-12



Now you've gone and made me feel sorry for the little guys.
2012-11-12