Two Stones in a Lake: A Poem by Peter
Tucked behind dunes and hidden from the bustling activity of a nearby restaurant, there is a narrow stretch of beach in Montauk, New York known for stunning sunsets. Popularly known as “Sunset Beach,” I found myself on its shores viewing and admiring a picturesque sunset. Photographing this moment in time, I was inspired to write the following poem about the experience, entitled “Two Stones in a Lake.” The title is derived form the two prominent stones protruding out of the water, as you can see in the photo.
Two Stones in a Lake by Peter Two stones in a lake; One big, one small. The waves undulate, Dark skies befall. "You there, little stone. Look here, at me. I am fully-grown, Surely you see." "In height, I'm quite tall. My strength, in excess. The waves rise and fall, Yet I'm ageless!" "But you, little stone, Smaller than I. Sit there like a crone Waiting to die." Some time carried on Before reply. As dusk became dawn, The sun now up high. "I once was like you," Small stone replied. "Full-grown, and strong too; Ingrained with pride." "With time, I grew old. Notions shifted. Wisdom taking hold, Hubris lifted." "Smaller, yes it's true. Weaker, that too. But I have a view Clearer than you." "The waves don't subject Or cause great strife. But smooth imperfect edges in life." "The best parts of me are left behind. Absolved, I am free. My soul refined." "For life to be pure, You need much less. And then, I'm sure, You'll find happiness." One stone in a lake, The small no more. The waves undulate On the lakeshore.
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