With passing of breaths I could only boulder by,
Allowing the time to pass over
My uneven exterior of flesh worn thin
As if rock being smoothed away,
By burning droplets of clear and tranquil water.
This is how I slowly passed hours,
Simply bouldering by the long hot summer days
On the moss covered porch and steps,
While shadows flicker under what light eyes perceive,
Unable to leave their own ways,
Keeping company as I too boulder the time,
Until we’re smoothed to gritty dust.

(c) Bret Sears – 2010

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About poetryoftheasian

I've been writting poetry for only a few years as a little hobby, and have had a few published in a small poetry contest. I currently want to write more and improve as much as I can. Any tips or feedback would be much appreciated. It is possible that after a few weeks I will revise parts of some of my poems.
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26 Responses to Boulder

  1. Desiree says:

    Very lovely.. Keep up the good work.. πŸ™‚

  2. lolamouse says:

    Love your unorthodox use of the word boulder. Great job!

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  4. williewizzy says:

    Creative! Sense of tropical somehow.

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  6. Jingle says:

    love the imagery your words create…
    so beautiful feel…

    Happy Rally.

  7. Mr. Majestyk says:

    This is a great work! The lines I love most are:

    “As if rock being smoothed away,
    By burning droplets of clear and tranquil water”

    It makes me think that in life, every experience constantly shapes us. I love it!!

  8. Linn says:

    The calm, steady pace and rhythm of this poem really imitates the slow rolling of a boulder along a riverbed! I liked the effect πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing!

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  10. What a great visual…to use “boulder” as a verb. Very nice poem.

  11. Pat Cegan says:

    What I love about poets is our willingness to take chances, to see our world with new eyes, to thumb our nose are rules. Love your poem! Hugs, pat

    Thanks for visiting me, too!

  12. trisha says:

    splendid imagination and word crafting.

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