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

12 comments:

ayala said...

Lovely poem!

Magyar said...

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

Grace said...

That must have been such an amazing sight!

Jody Lee Collins said...

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

Buddah Moskowitz said...

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

Brian Miller said...

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.

Wendy Bourke said...

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

janetld said...

What a lovely observation and lovely poem.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful Imagery Jennifer.

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


Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

Jennifer Wagner said...

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!

grapeling said...

dulcet ~