Unaltered State

A 
stone is a stone.
it’s reached its final form,
it’s shrunk, it hasn’t grown
or gathered any moss, as long 
as it keeps rolling down an incline 
of some sort, unaltered, hard, 
solid, limestone, sandstone, 
marble, granite, a part 
of the Earth’s 
crust.

Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025

It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with Punam as our host.

She introduces the prompt with a little joke about planning to alter the rules of the quadrille and giving an alternative to the 44 words limit – but it’s only a joke. We are still writing poems of 44 words which include a word provided by the host which, this week, is ‘alter’. We can use any word that has alter in it, there are no form restrictions, syllable counting, strict rules for rhyming.  Just a poem of 44 word rule (excluding the title).

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