Ripples

Ripples

In youth
we search for those
appealing to the eye
Their beauty would cause
a heart to skip
and our desires
live at the forefront
of their presence
 
We decorate each other
in brilliance of diamonds
and hold the other
in high esteem
as a possession
Only the most fortunate
can hold on to the gift
bestowed on them
 
Many will lose their grasp
and happiness slips away
over and over
The sting of pain
unseen, internal
Love a gift that
keeps on giving
Healing wounds
 
Scars remain
of memories faded
Dissolving in the lake
of recollection where
coming, going,
the waterbirds
don’t leave a trace
only ripples of once was
 
 
Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse and has prompted
us with "Stepping off the sidewalk" and allowing ourselves
to look inside ourselves. (I chose number 2 -  by Dogen)

Here are 8 fragments from the mystic poets as prompt. Choose ONE, include the words in your poem or title if you wish, or write it as an Epigraph at the start of your poem and always cite the author too.


1. Our hearts irrigate the earth. We are fields before each other (Thomas Aquinas)
2. Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace (Dogen)
3. Why should not the water find delight in the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface? (Jnanadev)
4. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gibran)
5. Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? (Rumi)
6. My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)
7. The mountain path leads skyward and dissolves into light (Tukaram)
8. Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame (Attar)

Image by Mabel Amber from Pixabay 
 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

26 thoughts on “Ripples

  1. When we are young and beautiful we should seek out other young and beautiful and celebrated together. When we become old our wisdom grows deeper we find it more satisfying to be with one who shares our understanding of life. When we’re lucky it turns out to be the same person – that’s not always the case though unfortunately. Great poem Christine.

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    1. Thanks Rob. The line I used just reminded me that we leave no footprint per se. We are just passing through and wisdom is acquired along the way. I never have regrets and luckily I have let go of old stuff long ago. Yes like you I am with the one who understands me and vice versa ☺️

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  2. Love this! I especially resonate with; “Scars remain of memories faded/Dissolving in the lake of recollection.” Poignant, arresting and worth a countless reads 🙂

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  3. What’s sad is when the old and wise choose the young and lovely thinking to renew their youth! I like your poem very much!

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    1. Oh my gosh, yes! Isn’t that the saddest thing. Thanks for reading Bev. I’m happy you like it. 🥰

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      1. You don’t look it ☺️ Have a wonderful day Debi. Thanks for stopping by and I wish you a Happy Holiday Season.

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