RIPPLES

RIPPLES

A Poem by kitty
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Each day we thank our God for life and reflect on the past.

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                   RIPPLES


Ripples in a pond that changes
    with images they reflect.
A stone is tossed, a sound is made:
the onlooker thinks ~ as it reverbriates
    the thoughts he has in mind.

On distant shore soft breeze is felt that
    reaches into the thrower's core.
With time to spare he tosses more ~
              and contemplates.

Ripples of heart and mind ~ they come,
                     they go.

In our daily lives we know of futile times
     but strive to move on.
A dragonfly passes by unaware of lost lambs
     pleading cry ~ he moves on!

On the bank we sit, watch and compose ~
  motivated by clouds that slowly drift by
touching yet other distant mountain peaks.

Ripples in the human mind, like pages of an
upturned  book, left by tired minds and once
anxious finger tips, reflecting on things of the past
       and what the future may bring.


Created  @ 5.30 AM on Friday 6th October 2019

© 2017 kitty


Author's Note

kitty
The 'Ripples' of life experiences.

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I don't know how I missed this gem! I just love it, I love its brilliance, and each evoking thought and feeling, it was written with great great care, each paint caresses gently our mind, the second image (verse) holds a certain wistful yearning, aren't we poets and writers with our anxious fingers paint the past? with route dreamy ones paint the future? aren't we the painters of those Ripples?

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kitty

6 Years Ago

Yet again my dear friend you give that meaningful review that warms this writer's heart. Thank you s.. read more
lightsong

6 Years Ago

My pleasure dear Kitty, You surely deserve it!

Happy weekend my friend*


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Reviews

I don't know how I missed this gem! I just love it, I love its brilliance, and each evoking thought and feeling, it was written with great great care, each paint caresses gently our mind, the second image (verse) holds a certain wistful yearning, aren't we poets and writers with our anxious fingers paint the past? with route dreamy ones paint the future? aren't we the painters of those Ripples?

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kitty

6 Years Ago

Yet again my dear friend you give that meaningful review that warms this writer's heart. Thank you s.. read more
lightsong

6 Years Ago

My pleasure dear Kitty, You surely deserve it!

Happy weekend my friend*

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kitty
kitty

Bexhill on Sea, East Sussex, United Kingdom



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