Skipping stones on a pond, never looking far beyond
Each touch making a ripple, no thought a bird to cripple
A rock thrown unintended, hits a bird, its life now ended
Damage done its feathers offended, an injury that can't be mended
Powerful a word said, leaving broken wings of one that's dead
Where we step carefully tread, to not leave beauty broken flowers bled
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I could never write a metaphor as masterful as you dearest sorrenbarret, I have never had a poetry book truly published into a book and I often wonder what would people say, how would it be perceived? For some the fact of the matter is we write for ourselves and we shouldn't walk on egg shells in case we offend, there really is nothing or no one to offend, however if the reader sees otherwise that is in fact the problem only of the reader. Your work has kept me coming back to read more for a very long time, at the moment I am reading a lot of Sylvia Plath, who in some very strange ways reminds me of me, and inspires my latest writing. Never stop being you and never stop writing your masterpiece's of stunning poetry. 🌹
Thank you my friend for your continued support and encouragement it is truly appreciated and valued. I don't see me stopping in that writing for me is a therapy and a joy. Your kind words made my day.
This poem beautifully captures the delicate balance of our actions and their unintended consequences. The imagery of skipping stones creating ripples mirrors how even small choices can have far-reaching effects—sometimes harming the fragile beauty around us.
Thank you so much for your read and understanding interpretation you have picked up on even the hidden details in this metaphor and I am stunned with your perceptiveness. Yes the ripples were meant as smaller effects that are temporary and go away over time while the bird is a permanent effect.
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This is well constructed as always.Sad about the bird but hey that's life.Clever poem
Thank you David for your support and encouragement it is always appreciated
As the old saying goes, “sticks and stones”… ah but they can hurt us and they do. And we in the carelessness of our own whims sometimes leave a mark or end a “life” as we knew it. Perfectly tucked into metaphorical language and a skillfully crafted image. My thoughts like ripples across my brain. Thank you, as always for sharing your gift of words with us.
Thank you so much MD for your read and understanding interpretation it is most appreciated
Heartfelt read. Well written, great!
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support
Welcome.
Words have the power to bring life or destroy it. A powerful metaphor that really needs to further analysis. It speaks for itself. Brilliant. A fave from me. 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan I deeply appreciate your reads and comments they are treasured. Words the poet's tool. Of all we should know their use and power. But even a skilled worker gets cut from time to time.
No doubt. We do! You are most welcome, my friend!
KP gets her own back. She says 'People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones'. But she throws them at me when I'm in the greenhouse - cos I give her sewage stew for lunch. LOL.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read and comment. It's better go get stoned than throw stones.
You always take the time to leave such thoughtful comments and I just want to say I appreciate your contributions here; such a beautiful poem too.
You are too kind. I love poetry and yours is certainly good and worthy of reading. Keep up the good work
How often and unbeknown, we as passersby damage our natural surroundings, be it, discarded litter, a trodden bloom or a skimming stone taking down a bird on the wing as you metaphorically impress in another excellent poem by your good self. From ripples to waves the damage is done. A fine, fine poem indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thank you so much Tony for your read and most kind words they are deeply appreciated and valued.
In life we must not harm anybody soren, life is good.
Andy
Great piece of writing
John
Thank you so much for your review and you kind words John
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