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:
Lovely poem!
Grand write, Jen_!
__I can hear the water's music, that lute plucked by the skipping stones. _m
That must have been such an amazing sight!
"...again and again and again." Yes...lovely images, Jennifer.
This was like a dream, ever coming in and out of focus, trying to capture it, but then again, not to hard. Exquisite.
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.
Beautiful cadence in this. A lovely, melodic, evocative cascade of words that carry the reader away to lake song - and sights - at dusk.
What a lovely observation and lovely poem.
Beautiful Imagery Jennifer.
I'm hearing the whispers now...the vision you have on this poem is perfect and rich. :)
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.
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!
Beautiful imagery! :)
dulcet ~
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