'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Monday, 27 April 2009

Beauty in Unexpected Places

This post is dedicated to Jinksy, who whips up lovely poems like this example below, on a daily basis.  Wonderful, isn't she?

Pebble Paradise

Stones on a beach, glowing wet;
muted colours the shades of nature, yet
gleaming like jewels in the salt laden air.
Rich, crunching carpet spread at your feet,
reflecting bright shafts of the sunshine's glare
in seawater droplets soon to dry in the heat.

Children gather the pebbles with shouts of glee
at the brilliant colours they think they see -
though the lustre is fleeting; colours soon dim
as they dry, salt coated stones picked up on a whim.

But then, like a miracle, the dullest small stone
in the hands of a craftsman can come into its own.
When tumbled and polished its secret unfolds
to delight us once more with the beauty it holds.


  1. Yes, how beautiful to see a poem on such simple things as pebbles. And how wonderful of you to recognize Jinksy.

  2. I love pebble beaches, especially if there are shells to be found too. I was always the one walking slowly along with my neck at a 45% angle while others were sunbathing .. just browsing for interesting things. LOL!

  3. Thank you for the perfect picture to go with my poem! Feels so odd to be 'quote' by somebody else! I'm honoured! x

  4. I thought Pebbles was acharacter in "The Flintstones"...


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