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I tried to read the words
but the water washed them away
Every bit of ink a blur
every letter no different than another
Ripples, and waves of
some other place and time, unknown
I watched them fade into oblivion
taken out with the tide
Perhaps they would return again
perhaps they would not
And how was I to know
without remembering what was
I pondered a bit longer
then finally, I lifted up my glass
Like magic, they reappeared
whole, as if they’d never gone
And yet, the bottom of my glass
knew better, it new the truth
That the words would
someday, fade away, and I with them
May Writing Prompts – A Ripple in Time – Day 1/31
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very nice, i will have to get back over to visit here some time soon, busy this month of may
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Hi stranger! Good to see you! Stop by when you can. I’ll be here 🙂
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Ok 😁
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Beautiful poem although a little sad. Your poems are your legacy and your words will never fade. ❤ xo
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Thank you, Vashti. Was feeling a bit melancholy when I wrote it. ❤
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And that’s what poetry is for to express your moods. Well done. ❤
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Thank you, Vashti. ❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks, Chuck! xoxo
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Beautiful verses for a great message!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you!! xoxo
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Poetry lasts forever, Dorinda.
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I certainly hope so, Robbie.
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The words didn’t fade. The water took them all over the world, where they affected readers in different ways, for don’t we read the same text differently? That’s another, deeper meaning behind these powerful words, Dorinda. 😊
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Love the view you’ve portrayed. ❤️
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🙃
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That last stanza gave me the chills, Dorinda. But true, isn’t it? A reason why today is so important.
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Yes, Diana, we must live each day, we really don’t know if there will be a tomorrow…
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Such great poets really never fade. You are a forever part of this world. Beautiful poetry!
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That’s so sweet! Thank you so very much! ❤
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