If I were a pebble
I should like a referral
to become grains of sand on the beach;
to find my ways into toes,
into swimsuits and clothes —
and those mountains, so out of reach?
I’d conquer those too,
they’ll fall as the rest do!
Those defenses I’ll readily breach.
All the ladies will stop
to clear their swim-suit tops
and find them full of sand from the beach.
I guess I’m in a funny mood this morning — I got home from work, sat down to wade through an exhausting inbox full of email and decided to see if I could rip off a quick one. Today, some sort of tail-rhyming tercet scheme came out organically from the prompts and I guess I’ll just have to live with the monster I’ve created.
After all, there’s more where that came from!
Follow the links in the poem’s text if you would like to scour the sources of my prompts: Fandango and the Ragtag Community. In their comments sections there is much more to discover!