The pebble drops -
I fall with it
splashing, crashing into surface tension
as my outline echoes from the center
on out.
If I could, I would surf this surface viscosity forever,
and never let me fall
but gravity has other ideas –
family, and school, and the whole wealth of obligations
that keep me grounded day in and day out –
so I drop, the pebble,
twisting and turning until I hit the bottom
and wait.
[...] morning, he had an interesting image and description about water, and what I think is a pebble or rock. (I’m not quite sure but that’s OK. I saw it as I [...]
there are times in life
when you feel you don’t have an impact
remember
the ripple effect
the good, the bad, the indifference
they ripple in circles all around you
start the ripple
with peace, love and understanding
and watch
as the circles surround you
and ripple into the lives of others Janet Ilko´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
Something was in the water,
Floating there.
It was my ring,
The ring that happened to be my
Great Grandmother’s.
I reached for it,
Like I was reaching for the past,
And there it came into my hands,
Saved from the death.
New blog post: #NPM2012: Prompt 2 http://t.co/TQqkykoJ
#NPM2012: Prompt 2 via Bud the Teacher – photo: Skley Sometimes, I’m just so thirsty. You? … http://t.co/bOS3ZP0m
#NPM2012: Prompt 2 http://t.co/HQ3qDaH3
The pebble drops -
I fall with it
splashing, crashing into surface tension
as my outline echoes from the center
on out.
If I could, I would surf this surface viscosity forever,
and never let me fall
but gravity has other ideas –
family, and school, and the whole wealth of obligations
that keep me grounded day in and day out –
so I drop, the pebble,
twisting and turning until I hit the bottom
and wait.
(The podcast: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/413589)
–Kevin
Kevin Hodgson´s last [type] ..Google Tap (for when there are too many keys)
I’m starting to write poetry this month w/@budtheteacher http://t.co/IYS1TgbJ… #Cinch: http://t.co/ioQYSbW8
[...] morning, he had an interesting image and description about water, and what I think is a pebble or rock. (I’m not quite sure but that’s OK. I saw it as I [...]
#NPM2012: Prompt 2 #academics http://t.co/lqJqGDag
there are times in life
when you feel you don’t have an impact
remember
the ripple effect
the good, the bad, the indifference
they ripple in circles all around you
start the ripple
with peace, love and understanding
and watch
as the circles surround you
and ripple into the lives of others
Janet Ilko´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
#NPM2012: Prompt 2 http://t.co/9RIGegIY day 2 of the poetry challenge, what is your ripple effect?
Instead of a poem a day for Poetry Month, how about an image a day that inspires a poem: #NPM2012: Prompt 2 http://t.co/j8JXmObk
Poetry is a medium I haven’t explored much. http://windows2mylife.blogspot.com/2012/04/amorphous-without-shape.html
Ruth Ferris/Storykeeper´s last [type] ..A- Amorphous: without shape
Something was in the water,
Floating there.
It was my ring,
The ring that happened to be my
Great Grandmother’s.
I reached for it,
Like I was reaching for the past,
And there it came into my hands,
Saved from the death.
(I like the formatting of this better on my blog where I can use spacing and italics… but ah well)
I stand at the edge of the pond.
Drop in a stone.
Watch the spreading ripples.
I stand in the front of the room, Speaking, showing, watching widening eyes.
Ripples spread through the water
Measureable
Science and math determining
Their dance
Widening eyes reveal budding passions
Immeasurable
End results only evident Countless year down the road
I stand at the edge of the pond.
I stand in the front of the room
Drop in a stone
Speaking showing
Actions have endless ripples
I am content
I gaze into the crystal
Plastic distortion
Of my mind and thirst
For one clear view
Of me. Of you.
Saturdays at the Plough and Stars
by gillis
We sat at the bar while Danny
checked IDs at the door
and Barry poured the
Perfect Guiness.
The Bagboys and their
ragtag hangers on (including
mostly always us) let the warmth
of a Saturday and
the golden sounds melt
all around us.
The bass thumped and we sang
along. Belligerently
if need be.
Quenching our
thirst for one another’s
company.
[...] #NPM2012: Prompt 2 [...]
One cannot survive,
With naught but dips from Twitter’s well.
Real folks quench real thirst.
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..#NPM2012 Day02: A Thirst
I felt distorted and
dehydrated by the heat of anger
and just a drop would cure the pain
of my thirsty heart.