Sunday, January 25, 2015

ripples of a stone

every evening, I would jog
around the famous Boomer Lake,
looking into the troubled water,
seeking solutions to a geometry problem
that shadows of trees cannot solve.
Along the sidewalk,
naked willow trees fold
their slim frosted arms,
lowering their heads
to mourn the loss of their strength
in ripples of water.
i wish to swim into far distance
to escape the stress of a dark race,
a pair of hands always pull me
backward, I get lost
as schools of wild geese duck their heads on grassy seeds.

Thursday Poets Rally Week 79: January 14-January 27, 2015 (5th anniversary celebration)

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Carolina Sebastian Walker Inhofe Martinez said...

love this.

Iremonger Marty JacoBus Quinlan Pickens said...


Nancy Beebe Goolsby Tramel Perry said...

powerful one.

Herbert Rick Buffet Robert Levatich said...

life is like that,
a stone could stir the calm waters.

Cindy Gary Murray Tomblin Bullock said...

inspiring poem.

Jeanne Elena Owen-Mihaltses Henneberry said...

everything makes a stir of course.

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powerful theme.

Malia Butterfly Detroit Lawrence Page said...

the world go shy when we soften our manners.

Skylar Whetstone Hayley Bollag Romney said...

inspiring piece.

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Lita V. said...

A wonderful write!

Susan Rafael Otter Jolie Nixon said...


Catie Mead Williams Handcock Robinson said...

beautiful indeed.

Larry Hasty Wendy Stanley Wojcicki said...

well done.

Helen Michelle Alan-Menino Obama said...

handsome imagery.

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