RIPPLES

Each day we thank our God for life and reflect on the past.

  

                   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

Author's Note

The 'Ripples' of life experiences.

Reviews

[lightsong]

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?

[kitty]

Yet again my dear friend you give that meaningful review that warms this writer's heart. Thank you so much.

[lightsong]

My pleasure dear Kitty, You surely deserve it!

Happy weekend my friend*