thwarted

Quarried from the earth and etched by its experience, a stone sits in my mouth. I sink my teeth into gritty insights, chew dusty knowledge, learn long-buried secrets.

“Spit that out!”

Mom doesn’t understand. Maybe she should taste the rock’s rough wisdom.

30 thoughts on “thwarted

      1. I remember my son grabbing handfuls of dirt. He kept shoving it in his mouth, I’d scrap it out, he’d make a disgusted face…and do it again. I think you’re right with the sensory seeking.

        Like

  1. Oh, yeah, rough wisdom! Perfect.
    My eldest daughter used to put many odd things in her mouth. Snails. Shovelfuls of beach sand. *sigh*

    Like

  2. This is fantastic! I love that I am drawn to identify with the child, even though I am constantly saying, “What’s in your mouth? Give it to me.” (One of my daughters is a rock eater. Also a sand eater. Her twin sister is a leaf eater. I try to encourage leaf eating, but rocks are her favorite.)

    Like

What do you have to say about that?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s