I look into the pool of water,
So still like a mirror.
I toss a pebble into it
And the circles appear,
The larger ones showing the power,
The power of new life,
So strong moving forward,
Into life’s new adventure.
The waves get smaller as life continues,
Continues into childhood,
Where new things of wonder assail us,
These things that are all new to us.
As we move forward in learning
The waves become gentle
And our lives become stable.
Flowing through adulthood
Those new things becoming rarer,
Until the waves can be barely seen,
And nothing new comes into our lives,
We have seen it all before.
Then comes the time
When the circles stop,
And life is only a memory,
A memory of circles in the pool,
Circles in the pool of water.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We can see our live in the ripples in a pool.
- Category: Reflection
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Not much point in tossing pebbles in at the moment - they'll only skid across the surface - fine work Andy.
I used to go fishing many years ago and one time me and my two fishing friends went to a lake and it was frozen over, we though OK we will just toss a brick on it and break the ice - the brick bounced! We went home.
Thanks Michael.
A fine and true write Gold. Yes, I tried casting pebbles in a pond. Then someone came along and told me it had iced up! Wondered why I was not getting far! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Very lovely poem Goldfinch! Sans eye, sans teeth, sans everything? I also love you, Michael and Orchi tossing your funny comments to each other... they're as much fun as the poem!
Thank you for your fine comment Lorna. Orchi and I used to be on another poetry site so we have known each other for some time, Michael I have known since I joined this site; the banter is all part of the fun in our lives.
It’s sad, the way life seems to lose
It’s magic as we get older.
I wish we could capture it, hold on to it, take it out and use it when life seems too drab and meaningless.
I liked your poem:)
Thank you Resa, in my belief life is captured as we are on this world for a mere blink of an eye as My Spirit goes from and to infinity.
Thanks ANDY on of my fave lyrics and the visuals were also very inspiring ! Ripples in WATER are awesome and (as you know) Ripple Tanks are an important asset in understanding WAVE MOTION ! Loved the POEM and the analolgy of he RIPPLES growing and eventually dying to the "SEVEN AGES of MAN" Amen ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you Brian, the idea came from my Church on Sunday where the preacher had a bowl of water and stones by its side and invited the congregation to put the stones in the water as a prayer to somebody or an event they wished to pray for.
A very deep write, GF! Nice!
Thank you Christina, much appreciated.
Gold,
The end of ripples...the end of us! It’s a good thing to be reminded. So let’s make some good memories while we can! I enjoyed the read and listening to “Windmills of the Mind”! A great posting!
~Laura~
The ripples in this life may end but our Spirit goes on to eternity. Thnak you for your kind comment.
The Noel Harrison version of Windmills of your Mind is timeless.
Beautiful poem, Goldie, it really got me thinking. Maybe what we have to do in our stage of life is make a lot of waves. Just keep on throwing rocks, and the ripples will continue!
I throw them into a bucket every day Fred, but the ripples have not stopped yet and I intend to keep them going.
Thank you for the kind comment.
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