The Collected Poems of Maud Pie

by Titanium Dragon

Boulder

Boulder,
You are my rock.
I named you boulder when I was small
Even though you were small
Because I thought it would make you feel big.
You are good at hiding
Especially in my pocket.

Boulder,
You are my favorite rock.
You are small and gray
And round and strong
And made out of rock.

You are older than me
But I don't mind
Because I know you won't go away
Because you aren't alive.
You're a rock.
And rocks don't die
Though they do erode.
But you won't erode in my pocket
Unless it rubs on you too much.

Comments

[Loeden]

D'awwww!

[Samey90]

That's cute...

[yamgoth]

Not gonna lie, got this idea from another Maud story, but isn't it possible that Boulder once could have been a boulder?

A boulder gets shoved around as the earth shifts, knocking chunks of it off until it eventually lands in a river, where it lands in a river with a great ker-splash! over time, the river manages, with great effort and much flooding at where its banks were once narrow, to roll the boulder off into a waterfall. The boulder lands at the base of the waterfall, where it lands at it's base, splashing water everywhere.

The boulder stays at the bottom of the waterfall for a long time, constantly pelted with water and heavier debris, like other apathetic rocks who have slowly drifted down the river to cause their own eras of mass flooding. Over time, the boulder is scratched at and worn down into a small pebble until it's half the size of a hoof.

Eventually, the half-hoof-sized rock floats down the rest of the river to a bank, where it's constantly eroded and eaten further. After another eternity (although not as long as the previous), it gets lodged in the muddy banks of a calm fork in the river, buried deep in it.

Another eternity later, that mud is dug up and hauled to the Pie rock farm, where it is found much later by a small grey filly who was digging in the dry, chaffing dirt. She sniffs and observes the small abrasions and scratches, each one telling a story of the pebble's life. A dim spark of interest lights up in the filly's head.

With not an upturn of the corners of her eyes or mouth, nor even the sound of a girly squeal of excitement, she takes up the pebble in her mouth with all the grace of a grazing rhino and trudges to her room calmly.

Inside, her heart is beating a bajillion miles per hour, excitement and happiness soaking her over her and over.

She sets the pebble on the table in her room "I'm going to name you boulder." There is the slightest raising of pitch from her normally gravel-like voice as she smiles for the briefest of moments.

Inside, her heart's still pounding with joy.

[Azu]

This one was really sweet.

[FlameingToast]

This is actually really cute, what the heck!?

[Whiteeyes]

Everyone gets sentimental about their pets.

[wrenny2000]

I love this one.I don't know why, but it's adorable.....

[tocsin1990]

I just did a dramatic reading on this poem in a maud voice, and it was divine. Thank you.

[rogueunicorn]

[Bad_Seed_72]

D'awww.

[Shadowflash237]

You are good at hiding

Especially in my pocket.

Spoken like a true master.

[The Ponytrician]

Boulder,
My pet rock,
Is not the size
Of a boulder.
It is closer in size
To a pebble.
This is irony,
Even though there is little iron
In Boulder.
That was a pun,
Or play on words.

[Nyerguds]

This one is so perfectly Maud

[No One Important]

Aw, that is so heartfelt!

[Dinkledash]

4103106 how can one do a dramatic reading of anything in Maud's voice?

[FashionablyHospitable]

Beautiful.

[TheJediMasterEd]

Ingenious igneous rock
It is the root for roots.

Strongly reminiscent of Gertrude Stein.

[Titanium Dragon]

4776368
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I seem to recall a conversation wherein someone was contemplating whether many of her writings passed the Turing test.

[Agri_Yob]

This one made me giggle
Not quite a hearty chuckle
Or even a thunderous guffaw
But just right

[Geoice]

So sweet

[Thunder Song]

So sweet :)