Friday, April 12, 2013

Jak--By Ralph Stott--England


I swam over the North Pole.
I sat on Mt Everest, there to skim stones
In tropical springs.
I fished for Marlin over the Sahara.
These ancient names, hold
Little wonder;
They are dead to me.

I held dust, said to be that of
Pyramids, from time-worn civilizations;
Difficult to prove
Though, I cling onto this fragment anyway,
Like some may well do,
For my name, etched,
Onto this pebble.

Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters.  He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called Twist and Twist Again, which is a collection of Twister poems, a form he created.


  1. Dear Jack - You have me flying too. All our names, past and present, are on those pebbles - indelible little pyramids.


  2. Thanks Cathy for your comment. Keep flying the poetry quill! Ralph.

  3. Dear Ralph,

    Thank you so much for dropping by to leave comments for other writers today. Your encouragement and support are greatly appreciated. It was a pleasure to publish this thought-provoking and creative poem. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.


  4. Each man will leave his own mark, in his own way in this world. How strong that mark shall be depends I believe is written before we enter this world and nothing we can do will change the time we neither enter nor leave here... See how much thought you have evoked from your verse - who knows what it in itself will lead to? Glad I passed by today! kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.