Think. Concentrate. Focus.
The rock in your hand, polished, smooth finish, dazzling green, white and red, it’s been through a lot, but it still remains beautiful.
In fact, if it hadn’t been through such hardships,
it wouldn’t be anywhere near as beautiful as it is now.
It would be rough and dark grey, dull and unspectacular.
It’s an eclogite.
It used to be as plain as any other rock.
Long, long ago forces greater than you can imagine have done their worst to this rock.
Pummelled it, crushed it, warped it, scorched it, taken it down a hundred times a thousand metres into the earth.
But it stayed strong all the way.
It never gave up hope, fighting, ever fighting to return to the surface it once knew, where it was plain and boring and unappealing.
All of a sudden, even as the reds and whites and greens swirl into existence within it, the eclogite begins to rise.
It’s a long way up, further than the human mind can comprehend, but it knows that it will get there, that it will make it.
It may be a million years but it will make it.
And then, one day, there it is.
Lifted up, the rocks above it scraped and scratched away by the very elements that make the earth the earth and the oceans the oceans
The eclogite is free, it can breathe again, and here it is in your hand, more stunning and magical than ever before.
It is an eclogite.
Are you?
The rock in your hand, polished, smooth finish, dazzling green, white and red, it’s been through a lot, but it still remains beautiful.
In fact, if it hadn’t been through such hardships,
it wouldn’t be anywhere near as beautiful as it is now.
It would be rough and dark grey, dull and unspectacular.
It’s an eclogite.
It used to be as plain as any other rock.
Long, long ago forces greater than you can imagine have done their worst to this rock.
Pummelled it, crushed it, warped it, scorched it, taken it down a hundred times a thousand metres into the earth.
But it stayed strong all the way.
It never gave up hope, fighting, ever fighting to return to the surface it once knew, where it was plain and boring and unappealing.
All of a sudden, even as the reds and whites and greens swirl into existence within it, the eclogite begins to rise.
It’s a long way up, further than the human mind can comprehend, but it knows that it will get there, that it will make it.
It may be a million years but it will make it.
And then, one day, there it is.
Lifted up, the rocks above it scraped and scratched away by the very elements that make the earth the earth and the oceans the oceans
The eclogite is free, it can breathe again, and here it is in your hand, more stunning and magical than ever before.
It is an eclogite.
Are you?
Author notes
Okay, this is a geologist writing a poem about a rock, but I hope the meaning comes through clearly without you having to know anything about rocks. For the record, an eclogite is a metamorphic rock formed under extremely high temperatures and pressures.
A contest entry
- Poems! by Baba Jojo.
115 points, ended August 30, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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Very unique, in a good way, I loved it. So abstract, everything flowed perfectly.
Great job
Thanks for entering my contest. -
hm...interesting and differet...the flow was alittle cho[[ish at some places...but this kewl....
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This has great description.
I love that it's about a rock. Haven't read really anything like this yet. It's enjoyable. Keep up the awesome work!! ^_^
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Haha, that's really very clever.
I don't think I've ever read anything quite like it, and it had a great message to. It was lovely ans you worded it absolutely perfectly. Good work.




