20 : Rocky Hearts


I came upon two rocky hearts
I did not make this up
I walked along
Then I looked down
And my eyes fell upon
Two solid rocky hearts

What’s left to see
Of these two rocks
Is like our mountaintops
Diamond peaks
Reaching up
To touch the sky above

These two rocky mountaintops
Are made up of real stuff
The tops of these two rocks
Took on the shape of hearts
Two solid hearts made out of rock
Is what I came upon

I walked along
Then I looked down
And my eyes fell upon
Two rocky hearts
Anchored upon
A sea of pebbled stones


Why I wrote Rocky Hearts:


A couple of rocks by the side of the road is what inspired me to write this poem. Just as it states in the opening, after a rainy afternoon, I set out for a walk and as I neared the creek, looking down to check my footing, my eyes landed directly on these two rocks surrounded by gravel.

I realize how difficult it is to believe and that most people would think that I made this up, but I didn’t. It actually happened and occurred without any manipulation of my own. If someone happened to be walking along prior to me on that late afternoon and happened to carve out these two rocks into the shape of hearts, I suppose could very well have been. But I prefer to think the rain washed away any excess gravel covering them to expose their natural shape. However it occurred, the chance of me spotting them is what I’m thankful for.

I took a photo of the two rocks immediately, exactly as I found them. I have to admit, looking at the photo again, years later, even I find it difficult to believe that Mother Nature may have been the only one to play a role in the outstanding formation of these two rocks.


How I wrote Rocky Hearts:


I came upon two rocky hearts
I did not make this up
I walked along
Then I looked down
And my eyes fell upon
Two solid rocky hearts

I had been musing on a romantic story line in-between thinking of poems to include for your 22nd birthday. The heart-shaped rocks set off a series of thoughts and ideas – this poem was one of them.

Droplets trickled off tree leaves as the ground absorbed the moisture while the creek rushed through after an afternoon’s sudden downpour. The road I walked along had no sidewalk, only a gravel path and the occasional obstruction I had to watch for. Although I kept my head up and looked around, it’s when I checked my footing after stepping over a concrete block that I spotted these two rocks.

A little heart and a big heart – side by side. I sincerely could not believe my eyes. It reminded me of the time when I found the red rock with the little fairy on it – so haphazardly, but so perfect in its natural kismet.


What’s left to see
Of these two rocks
Is like our mountaintops
Diamond peaks
Reaching up
To touch the sky above

Although I was tempted to explore and excavate, I left the rocks as they were and imagined what was below the gravel to take-on the shape of a mountain base. Once that image was set, I could envision what was left to see, being as precious and rare as diamonds.

Comparing the two rocks with mountaintops came to me from observing the immediate surroundings and the rocks themselves. Not only did I have a perfect view of the gleaming evergreen mountains now that the clouds had dispersed, but the shape of the rocks led me to think of what lied below them and how it must have been much bigger than what was seen.

Setting aside the thought of someone carving these out with a stick or their finger, I took the time to consider the rainfall that had recently occurred and the erosion it may have caused to expose these two perfectly shaped hearts.


More on how I wrote Rocky Hearts:


These two rocky mountaintops
Are made up of real stuff
The tops of these two rocks
Took on the shape of hearts
Two solid hearts made out of rock
Is what I came upon

Although you’re all grown up and your heart is as big, if not bigger than mine – anatomically and emotionally – I couldn’t help but think of the two rocks as a metaphor for you and I.

In doing so, I reminded myself that no matter what we’ve been through, and no matter how much is stuck below, even after all the erosion that has taken place between us and individually – we’re still made of the same thing that we originally were – goodness, kindness, and happiness.


I walked along
Then I looked down
And my eyes fell upon
Two rocky hearts
Anchored upon
A sea of pebbled stones

Albeit not a solid closing to this poem, I repeated the factual instance that occurred to reinforce its truth.

To this day, I myself find it difficult to believe that mere raindrops may have been the cause to expose two heart-shaped rocks that just happened to be sitting side by side. It might be easier to think that someone shoved the rocks into the gravel and somehow managed to carve out the perfect heart shapes while aligning the dirt and gravel around them to be exactly in line with the rest of the ground.

No matter how they got there, just like the red rock fairy I found while traveling through Sedona, the fact that I found these rocks at first glance – in the shape and appearance as they were – is amazing enough for me.


Drawing from the poem:


However many words I might try to come up with to describe the rocks I saw and found – the picture says it all.

Even though I realize that most people would quickly assume that I manipulated the dirt and gravel and possibly enhanced the shape for the shot – I swear to god on my mother’s and daughter’s life – I did not.

The two rocks, as I saw them then, were as they appear to be in the photo.


Thank you for inspiring me to create Rocky Hearts


Rocky Hearts

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