Ripples

Ripples lick along muddied bank
Of rivers breathing twilight...

Teasing the quiet,
Like a lullaby without words

Or a dancer tiptoeing through time
On slippered feet,

This song of summer plays
On and on within the rhythm

Of every sigh, every whisper,
Every familiar footstep of day

Walking gently into night.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"This song of summer plays
On and on within the rhythm

Of every sigh, every whisper,"

Your words are rippling beyond summer and footsteps. Gently into that night, hopes lead into dreams. Bravo....................

[Patrick]

I so enjoyed this powerful and interesting piece.

[K Scott Smith]

Really good with faultless flow and superb message. Awesome

[Lyn Anderson]

Nice imagery and a wonderful form. Poetic privilege of course, but I would say river banks in keeping with the rest.