working week

[nny]

On the upper deck
of the bus ride home, someone
turned into small stones -

white and round, worn smooth
by days and repetition -
and fell to pieces.

Comments

[celtic_maenad]

so cool!

and yet, because of my wacky brain-connections, any time someone mentions little stones, especially little white rocks, I think about calculus. Because that's what the word means. Same root as calcium. Big fancy maths = little white rocks.

but despite my weird brain associations, this is a powerful poem. I like it.

[genarti]

I almost added this to my Published Poems People Have Posted Wot I Like A Lot memories section -- and then I realized it was a friend posting her work, and not a post in one of the good poetry comms I follow.

Which only makes a difference in the kind of comment I'm writing here, because I'm still memorying it. :) Just not with a "Ooh, thanks, and who's the author now?" comment.

Small and stark and that last line a gut-punch -- I really, really like this, Nny.

[batyatoon]

...

Yeah.

Like that.

*saves*

[unravels.livejournal.com]

God, yes. *hugs for good measure*