James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Ripples On the Pond

Bottle smooth pond
Azure blue with the sky
About to awake
As i pass by
 
A small stone i lift
As i raise my arm
Bottle smooth pond
Soon to loose its charm
 
With the grace of a bowler
Overarm
I release my stone
In the pond like tarn
 
Surface shaken as my stone hits
Displacement of water
Physical shift
Energy follows with an outward tide
Gravity to liquid collide
 
I stood there for ages
Watch the energies respond
From the hurl of a stone
To the
Ripples on the Pond

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Charlene Bird June 18, 2009 at 9:54 AM What a beautiful well flowing piece of poetic picturesque images here dear James, way to paint the canvas!

Kristin Reynolds May 21, 2009 at 2:17 AM I want to see that pond. :) I can pictute it though (thank you God for this high imagination!) and it is so peaceful. just beautiful, James, love, Kristin

James Fraser May 20, 2009 at 12:46 PM Thx kindly for you comments Deborah, the ultimate was the Ripples on the Pond, and the Physics that made the ripples happen, from the lift of the stone, to the throwing to the impact on the water. The life of a pond could be either, how long it lasts before drying out, or what life is in the pond. Nice idea -but its not my thoughts on this occasion, James...

Debbie Guzzi May 20, 2009 at 12:34 PM Nice mental image..last verse...Istood there for ages/Watching ripples respond/from the hurl of a stone/to the life of a pond/...a bit stronger? Light & Love

Trudy Diane Rider May 20, 2009 at 11:52 AM Tranquil and dreamy...like the ripples on a pond, very lovely poem, James. ~Trudy~

Sandra Hudson May 19, 2009 at 6:03 PM What no fishing pole? :)-AA I like the way you think!

Sharon Winter May 19, 2009 at 4:33 PM Wish I could hang out by a pond and do just that, and watch, and dream, do it again, and watch and dream. So lovely. Love, Shar

Barbara Gorelick May 19, 2009 at 4:23 PM Who can resist throwing a stone/pebble into a body of water ? wonderful description... BG

Nathan Leccese May 19, 2009 at 3:08 PM Amazing! I have done this before and it was just as you described. Nice flash back for me! Thanks, Nate

May 19, 2009 at 3:06 PM Interesting use of imagery for a creative view. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. Karen

Carolyn Devonshire May 19, 2009 at 2:52 PM So many thoughts can race through our heads at times like the one you describe here. While casting stones into the pond, you experience quite a bit of introspection. Hope you are finding peace in the "ripples on the pond," James. Miss you! Love, Carolyn

Brandy Megens May 19, 2009 at 2:28 PM how tranquil and serine