memories of youth ~
whistling along the creek bed
pocket full of rocks
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geodes, agates, quartz
crystal mysteries galore
holograms of earth
Watercolor sketch, Rocks, by Sue
Prompt by One Deep Breath
poetry watercolor
Fractals Photos Poetry Prose Watercolor
Monday, November 26, 2007
Rocks
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very nice. i think collecting rocks is a rite of youth.
I envision scarred denim weighed down with pockets full of treasures.
Rose
xo
I think "holograms of earth" is just awesome.
I also used to meander along the creek bed as a child, with fishing pole in hand. Many a fish were lost because of distractions all around me. Lovely take on the prompt.
I loved going out back and looking for interesting rocks and fossils. I was lucky to have grown up with a small ravine on our land.
I still collect rocks sometimes and the minerals are just wonderful, endlessly fascinating
I remember walking about with pockets of rocks when I was younger. My daughter does it now! All too beautiful to part with, like your poem.
Mine's up at http://slcpoems.blogspot.com
i still come home from the beach with a pocket full of rocks...thanks for the smile of these words! & "holograms of earth" is a beautiful phrase for this prompt.
Memories of Youth, yup. I also remember some rock fights that were not so idyllic, but somehow necessary.
is there ever a time to begin discarding the pebbles we insist on carrying around?????
The first one made me smile, so sweet, and yet I still find rocks in my pockets ;)
thank you tumble...great stuff...rocks are such a mystery to me...photo very interesting...love the color, the image...is it part of something bigger?
Thanks, LittleWing
Wish it was a part of something larger, but it was just an experiment in rocks - desert type - a couple of quick watercolor slashes to see what would develop!
collecting pebbles, throwing them into the water, watching them dance on the water..we've all done that when young! Nice words.
interesting geodes as holograms.
Geodes! I like then under the name of thundereggs, for they seem the perfect nest for dragons.
Am still collecting pebbles...
Whisteling is used wonderfully here...it says joy, carefree, easy and more with just one descriptive word. I miss my creek walking days. Now that I live in the desert, I still walk the creek beds collecting rocks but the beds now are dry. Lovely work. jodi barone
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