Ripple

Ripple in still water
when there is no pebble tossed
nor wind to blow
Reach o
ut your hand
if your cup be empty
If your cup is full
may it be again

Grateful Dead

~

Fingerprints look like ripples
because time k
eeps dropping
another stone int
o our palm.

Bill Knott

~

ancient pond―
frog jumps in
sound of the water

Basho Matsuo

Poem: The Ripples Are Ongoing Acts

Poem: Time Is a Ripple’s Ring

Poem: Ripples

Poem: Super Samson Simpson

Poem: Déjeuner Sur L’Herbe

Poem: Gitanjali 74

Poem: By the Lake

Poem: Alice Paul

Poem: Pentecostal

Poem: House of McQueen

Poem: The Swan

Poem: Silence

Poem: By the Stream

Poem: Pennywhistle

Poem: Absence

Poem: Pebbles

Poem: Where Leaps the Ste. Marie

Poem: Wave

Ripple