A Small Poem

A small poem to begin our encounter. Your critique is welcome.

My question to you is: what do you deem to be poetry?

STONE

Smooth or rough,

Large or small,

Square, round, oval,

You're a stone

Tossed in the waves,

Cold in the water,

Warm in the sun.

Whatever shape or feel,

One day you will become

The fine grain of sand,

crackling between my toes,

Burning my heels,

Tickling,

And when your minuteness

Dissolves into nothingness,

What will you be then?

A breath of air?

An atmosphere?

A universe?

Will you carry with you

The knowledge of my toes?

Send me a few lines of your own, or of your favorite writer. Tell me why they appeal to you.