Agate

After viewing the Agate stone in the Museum of Natural History, this poem came to me.

Agate
A nucleus, a center,
Layers surround,
To reveal its beauty
You must go deep underground.

Peel back the harsh stone,
Chip it away,
The orange enfolded story
Has much to say.

It's mislabeled as "common"
Which means it's well know,
But I disagree
Because its story it's own.

This gem's much like me,
It's common and not
I'm multifaceted too
But, well, at times it's forgot.

We are quite the same,
Exteriors that are strong and tough
But below our surfaces,
We're anything but rough.

We're smooth and we're different,
With much to say,
If you want to learn secrets
Our outsides, we dare you, to chip away.

Space

After a movement exercise exploring Space and geomentric forms, this poem came to me:

A shifting mass,
Formations change.
Geometrical form
That feels so strange.

More accessible then ever,
Building blocks of structure,
A break in the chain
Causes this delicate form to rupture.

But it won't break,
It can't be destroyed,
Every new shift
Is a discovery deployed.

A new solid mass,
Stronger then before,
Each more of shape change
Opens the door

To an inner outer flow
Which brings nature so near,
Who would ever have guess geometry
Would be in things we hold so dear?