Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Surmise

Like a stone
Tossed away
On aqueous stage;
Dreams wasted.
Like
Expanding ring
Of ripples
Synchronous stir
Spreading slowly;
The pain of loss.
Fading away
Into
Those unfathomable
Depths of water;

My being.

14 comments:

  1. Ruby I really liked this poem. Still waters run deep -- a glimpse into the soul! :D

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    1. Thank you so much Linda. I really appreciate your support.

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  2. that flowed quite well, Ruby

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  3. This piece is just incredible! You had me at those first four lines-a stone tossed and dreams wasted. Wow!

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  4. Ruby, This piece is amazing. You really touched me with this one.

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  5. I love how this flows smooth and beautifully right to the end. So good!

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    1. Thank you so much Debra. I am glad to hear from you.

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  6. Your writing is always lovely. Great work.

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    1. Thank you Draug for your support and encouragement

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  7. This is just beautiful. I got lost in your piece and had to read it again to find the three prompt words :)

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    1. Your words made my day :) Thank you so much Janna.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.