Small Stone: 6

The two year old child carefully picks up each bead he spilt in his sister's room; the blue ones first.

Small Stone: 5

Three clocks tick when stood at the threshold of the home, one, two, three, none of them in time.

Small Stone : 4

One bird flicks the seed toward the hedge to let the others feed.

Small Stone : 3

piranha fish thrash beneath a floating wooden house
a man on television laments the child who fell into the water
he will not say his name

Small Stone : 2

joy is circular -
the dog, dumb with it, runs around me
my boys chase each other in a perfect O

A river of stones

This is an interesting idea. A small stone is a moment, an observation, noticing something you have previously ignored. The stones read like haiku, a fragment of poetry. I like reading them and they remind me of my diary. I write observations in it whenever I see/ think of something that inspires me. Later I collect them into poems but for this month I will post a new stone everyday, in the raw state of immediate thought.

You can read about the project here

It is not too late to join in.