An Album of Daydreams

Marsh yellow marigold, purple water iris,
and salmon water spider lilies grow
against the edge of the large pond 
filled with cool spring water,
fed from underneath the earth.
 
Beneath the welcoming cool shade
and dapple-gray shadows of a tall black willow
I stand embracing peaceful comfort.

I close my eyes and inhale the sweet fresh air.

I Bend down, pick up the perfect stone;
with a steady aim, I throw it.
In impact the stone makes a splash,
a resounding plunk.
I watch it skip across the pond's surface making
glimmering ripples.

Observing the ripples;
an album of daydreams opens up about the past.

Moments of clarity and purpose, of secrets,
pain and healing, bringing alive hope,
and love that entered my heart.

In hand, I held a pebble of my life that could
have so easily been thrown away.

3/21/2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Callus Avatar
March 23, 2022 at 12:28 PM
That pebble is one of the many choices which we have to make in life, Eve. The right choice at the right time could work wonders! ~ Regards & Hugs // paul
Alex Avatar
March 23, 2022 at 1:56 AM
'glimmering ripples" - Beautifully written. Congratulations!
Leffanta Avatar
March 22, 2022 at 11:57 AM
If only Russ Putin could understand ripples . . . .Aloha!
Buhagiar Avatar
March 22, 2022 at 2:06 AM
What a beautiful poem. So enjoyable.
Miller Avatar
March 22, 2022 at 2:04 AM
Oh, I do love this; well-written.
Proxenos Avatar
March 22, 2022 at 12:56 AM
Imagination rife and absolutely fantastic as you describe a scene that unfolds before my very eyes. Absolutely beautiful . Hugs, blessings Jennifer
Hankins Avatar
March 21, 2022 at 9:46 PM
This is simply delightful, Eve. I've done that so many times in the lake behind our house when we lived in Virginia. So nice. Refreshing. Good writing! The metaphor is spot on.
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