My mica flakes sparkle
In contrast to my blackness
I think that’s why you noticed me
In the water
At the provincial park
In Nova Scotia
You picked me up
And caressed my smoothness
Water is so patient
At smoothing away edges
Well, water and jostling
Jostling against other rocks
The daily tides make us all a little smoother
All a little less edgy
But at my very core
I always sparkle
This is my attempt at a Dinggedicht: a poem that enters so deeply into a thing that the thing seems to speak for itself through image, texture, movement, and sensation alone. That’s the W3 Challenge this week.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Your write from the perspective of the stone is beautiful!
Sally a beautiful, deeply evocative poem, packing a rich layer of metaphor into a very gentle, grounded observation of nature and your stone 🩷
Very beautiful take, Sally.
Sally, I really love how the rock says that even after all the waves and bumps, “at my very core / I always sparkle” — that feels hopeful to me ✨✨✨
~David
Gorgeously descriptive verse. It makes me remember how much sea glass I had once upon a time 😀. You rock 😍
A light hearted pleasure to read. It made me smile. I have a few of those rocks with stories to tell.
Beautiful and comforting, like the weight of a rock that fits your palms just right 🙂
hi, Sally❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Ange, is live until Monday:
Much love,
David
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