Placid glass lake
Flying edged stone
Breaking water
Ripples ringing out
Coasting love
Flying jagged words
Breaking point,
Collision love-threatening injuries.
November New Moon
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As she sat gazing
at night skies on the eve
of the November New Moon,
a voice came to her,
and it whispered in her ear:
“Shrug off the past,
all the ...
4 weeks ago
I have known that love...
ReplyDeletethis kinda love can be so compulsive...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely! *flying edged stone* is my favorite line. :)
ReplyDeleteCat, Shadow, and Lady G., thank you for your comments. I was and still am very unsure about this one ... so if you can think of any changes that would make it stronger, it would be appreciated.
ReplyDelete:-)
thanks again! suz
p.s. this comment is open to anyone who stops by -- suggestions, positive or negative are always welcomed and appreciated.
that was a lovely comment -
ReplyDeletethanks for the hand ;)
this poem is lovely in it's analogy,
skipping stones and collisions,
very nice