You picked me up like a pebble and tossed me into the pond
I could still feel your voice as I skipped across the glassy surface
Creating dazzling ringlets one by shimmering one
Each expanding towards infinity
Until they began to merge
Crushing momentum
Absorbing the magic of reflection in motion
Masking my descent
To the silent depths
Of torment
Lamenting now
What might have been
Was just a stone’s throw away
Copyright © 2012 Patrick Granfors
Anna
REMINISCENT OF 'THE ROAD NOT TAKEN'
Ron
Your lines were felt within my mindseye as I read them, I could almost put myself there...
Amazing poetry, Patrick!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
writing superb poetry about it....
Lady Vivian
and then? and then? And..... Hugs!
a stunning poem, beautifully written.
Budd
Mark
Sorry for not commenting more on your work, but I've been swamped with work of my own lately... just finally getting back to reading and commenting... hope you are well, though.
Roger
Christine
Nice one Patrick. Dick