Poems lost in a snowman melted
A log burned, pages lost
Rocks crushed, iron smelted
A meal eaten, teeth flossed
A sandcastle washed away
Ice sculpture melted
A song sung where echoes won't stay
Leave ripples like a pebble pelted
Growing ripples, starting small that disturb the balance
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Always great reading your work! Hope that disturbance calms sooner than later.
A log burned, pages lost
I would say pages (Crossed, Tossed) to not say lost twice.
Ice sculpture dies belted
Thank you so much for the read and recommendations. I understand this may seem a distracter but they were done purposefully to produce an echo like the ripples in a pond that spread outward just as the last line not rhyming is to emphasize the loss of balance
Hey then thats awesome! keep up the great work. I do feel alot of fear and hardship. for me i vision myself seing the world worsening.But its just me self destructing. Awesome poem SorenBarrett thankyou.
Having read this many times each time the visions are more powerful, a wonderful title and how I could see those ripples. Superb as ever dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thanks so much for the read and most kind words my friend they are always most appreciated
I read here that creatvity in the form of a Poem, a sand castle or a song sung cause ripples in the world but nothing lasts and their impact can actually disturb the balance.Quite a lot in a small space,Well done
Thank you so much David your words of interpretation are most welcome and applauded.
Your words ripple through time,
each verse a pebble in the mind’s pond—
beauty fleeting, impact eternal.
Thank you so much Mottakeenur as a teacher I saw my words ripple amongst students sometimes in distortions, as a poet the same happens and even though the teacher or poem dies the effects it had on others does not but spreads out in their effect on other yet.
In my turbulent mind these words do feel like a ripple in the pond, enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani your read and words of support are most appreciated
You are very welcome
Your poem "Pebbles" beautifully captures the transient nature of experiences, memories, and creations, illuminating how everything, no matter how significant, eventually fades or is lost over time. It reflects on the impermanence of life and the profound yet subtle impact that small actions (like throwing a pebble into water) can have on the surrounding world. This poem inspires readers to cherish the fleeting nature of life and recognize the lasting effects of our actions, encouraging a deeper appreciation for the present moment and the small changes we can inspire in the world around us.
Thank you Friendship so much for your read of this piece and the full interpretation of its meaning.
No matter what it is; I love your work!!!
You are too kind my friend. Your words are worth more than I can tell you. Thank you
Love the metaphor, pebbles creating ripples, and have used it myself; never in a poem though. Well done, Soren. 🌹👏
Thanks Tristan for the read, it and your comment are always anticipated an most valued
Most welcome, my friend!
THos ripples can turn into waves soren but then they can turn back into ripples.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the read and comment. Yes there is no telling what effect they will have. Appreciate the words of support
A beautifully evocative poem - fleeting, elemental and ephemeral.
Thank you Salvia for your read and review your words of comment are most appreciated as always.
We will notice the fleetingness of the following :
--melting snowman
--burning log
--eaten meal
--sand castle washed away
--ice sculpture melted
-- a song sung, with the echoes lost
The metaphor of the pebble skipping on water is an intriguing one. You drop the pebble vertically and it sinks. You flip it horizontally and it skips over the water for some time, bounding over, but it will finally sink. The ripples that arise will disappear.
Many scenes of fleetingness.
Poets seek immortality through their works.
“(On GAUTHIER). In a world in which everything is impermanent, the poet, by rearranging reality into art, can create something that will have more permanent value. ...... Art can thus provide the poet with a solace for his mortality while he is alive and the hope of immortality in death….” "TWELVE FRENCH POETS. 1820-1900. AN ANTHOLOGY OF 19TH CENTURY FRENCH POETRY." London : Longmans, Green and Co., 1957. (Third impression, 1959). (With an Introduction and Notes by Douglas Parmée). Full acknowledgements are made to the authors, publishers and rights-holders.
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Thank you so much Soman for the read and interpretation. Yes so true and though the initial effect dies how it impacts others causes a further ripple effect in nature that goes far beyond the initial action. Your words are deeply appreciated
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