Monday, July 18, 2016

On Lake Chelan at Dusk



Drop another pebble in,

splash—dimple,
sink—ripple,
out to bluer, deeper water,

where the moon drops,
golden-soft, like a whisper
                        I want

to hear again
and again
and again.


© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

13 comments:

  1. Grand write, Jen_!
    __I can hear the water's music, that lute plucked by the skipping stones. _m

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  2. That must have been such an amazing sight!

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  3. "...again and again and again." Yes...lovely images, Jennifer.

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  4. This was like a dream, ever coming in and out of focus, trying to capture it, but then again, not to hard. Exquisite.

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  5. i am listening for the whisper...lovely close on this jennifer...i also like the thought that ran through my head of the moon dropping in next to send some more ripples...

    i like the deeper water...smiles.

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  6. Beautiful cadence in this. A lovely, melodic, evocative cascade of words that carry the reader away to lake song - and sights - at dusk.

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  7. What a lovely observation and lovely poem.

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  8. Beautiful Imagery Jennifer.

    I'm hearing the whispers now...the vision you have on this poem is perfect and rich. :)


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  9. Yes, better than we were for the tumbling...I love this, love the worn-ness, which makes us luminous (or is that strained eyesight, LOL??? Lovely to see you, Jennifer, thanks for stopping by my blog.

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    1. Hi Sherry, thanks for coming by mine, too. I think maybe your comment here was intended for my (Almost) Eighteen poem, due to what you've quoted. And yes, I hear you about the strained eyesight! I gotta have my reading glasses close at hand now, ha!

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