Circles in the Pool.

Goldfinch60



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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 03:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: We can see our live in the ripples in a pool.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 31
  • User favorite of this poem: Laura🌻.
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news

Comments8

  • Michael Edwards

    Not much point in tossing pebbles in at the moment - they'll only skid across the surface - fine work Andy.

    • Goldfinch60

      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.

      • Goldfinch60

        Thanks Michael.

      • orchidee

        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.

      • Lorna

        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!

        • Goldfinch60

          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.

        • Resa71

          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:)

          • Goldfinch60

            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.

          • BRIAN & ANGELA

            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

            • Goldfinch60

              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.

            • Christina8

              A very deep write, GF! Nice!

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Christina, much appreciated.

              • Laura🌻

                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~

                • Goldfinch60

                  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.

                • FredPeyer

                  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!

                  • Goldfinch60

                    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.



                  To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.