RIPPLES
I came to the woodland
In search of answers
To face some grating issues in my life
The setting, so pure,
In every shape and form
The grass untouched by trouble, stress or strife
There I lay
In sync with the insect drumming
The birdsong soothing there beside the lazy watercourse
Eventually, I moved to the edge
With a view to reflection
Mirrored from the depths of nature’s source
As I searched the ripples
The image came free…
What I could glean there …‘solemnly’ looking back was …me?
These days, taciturn, I reflect knowing that
Reality is too often constrained by
What we, obliquely, permit ourselves to see
In search of answers
To face some grating issues in my life
The setting, so pure,
In every shape and form
The grass untouched by trouble, stress or strife
There I lay
In sync with the insect drumming
The birdsong soothing there beside the lazy watercourse
Eventually, I moved to the edge
With a view to reflection
Mirrored from the depths of nature’s source
As I searched the ripples
The image came free…
What I could glean there …‘solemnly’ looking back was …me?
These days, taciturn, I reflect knowing that
Reality is too often constrained by
What we, obliquely, permit ourselves to see
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
