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could be that the rock was just stubborn and refused to change
posted by
Raysongs
on April 25, 2010 at 1:23 AM
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The rocks bear witness to so much.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on April 24, 2010 at 5:16 PM
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WELL THAT'S A PRETTY EXCELLENT "TRY" DARLING COS I LOVE IT
posted by
Kabu
on April 24, 2010 at 11:29 AM
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Excellent!!
posted by
calia14
on April 24, 2010 at 6:27 AM
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Simone, very beautiful...I feel your inspiration in the rhythm and might
of your work!
posted by
Ariala
on April 24, 2010 at 4:38 AM
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Simone
Simone how nice to remember how your mother related these memories to you.
I suppose it was a kind of a moral issue, but one can't help wondering if the rock was actually the lucky one. Very nicely written, really liked it 
posted by
C_C_T
on April 24, 2010 at 12:24 AM
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The Rock ROCKS
posted by
Straightforward
on April 23, 2010 at 11:18 PM
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Sinome
Z For myself I kept a rock that I dug when I was four. My parents died. I moved from our house. But, I still have the rock love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on April 23, 2010 at 9:36 PM
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Sinome
This is a lovely poem. I wish I could be so stedy to stay rock solid and bear witness to whatever one needed for so long. I loved the patteren it made of the writing too. I love your poems and yes to the writer, but mostly to you for bringing it to us.
URA
posted by
Justi
on April 23, 2010 at 9:36 PM
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Sinome, i wonder if this was the inspiration for Mia Angelou's innauguration poem in 1993 for Clinton, she entitled "The Rock, The River, The Tree". It always seemed so obviously a reference to hillary, bill and the algore.
posted by
dsm_tchr
on April 23, 2010 at 8:59 PM
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