A Rock from the Mountains

Here’s another poem for you all! It’s about a rock. I’m serious. Not The Rock. rock. A rock I found in the mountains last weekend when I went up to New Paltz. The image I used for this article is actually one I took myself of Lake Minnewaska up in the Shawangunk Mountains.

This National Poetry Month has been interesting so far. I did not set any goals to write more poetry this month, but here we are!

I think Langston Hughes definitely had a major influence on my writing in general. He really sparked some kind of understanding about poetry that now allows me to connect what I learned in my MFA program to my own work and thoughts. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

A Rock from the Mountains

I found a rock
in the Shawangunk Mountains–
a conglomerate,

and not remarkable
in any way.

But I hold it;
it fits perfectly,
cold and lifelessly,
in my hand.

I become more
aware of my warmth
absorbing into the rock.

Everything I’ve experienced–
and the impenetrable–
is given life.

 

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