Freezing blasts
Piercing needles
Cold numb skin
Alone and lonely
Broken by a promise
Suspended in silence
Suspended in time
Suspended in a breath
Suspended in a heartache
Clouds in the pond
No ripples...
No ripples...
[A response inspired from James David and William M. Sowman comments. Thanks both of you]
Suck air and dive
A pebble cuts surface
Breaking the calm
Ripples form and glide
Lick the pond's edge
Before they die
Distorted images
Distorted ambitions
Distorted dreams
Distorted lives
Stars in the pond
No ripples, no ripples
The pebble swallowed
Lost in the depths
Alone and Lonely
Might never be found...
Sad but true write...heartfelt...this is overflow of sad verses...hope ure free and fine..take care...cheers..love n luck...BHUWAN
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Alone and Lonely was a poem filled with emotion but it was written so nicely
Reviewed by GHUFFRAN AMAN ULLAH
Reviewed on January 22, 2003
Go ahead makes the skies cry. no wonder its been raining. well hey they laughed with you now they cry with you. All part of life. great words but too sad if you ask me. Just because there are no ripples does not mean the pond is not there. Its in tranquility, ripples are turmoil. let it be. The pebbles doesnt distort things. it just gives you a different view of everything.....be glad for your heart is alive, it feels.
Reviewed by Saad Omer
Reviewed on January 22, 2003
Ab mein kiya kahon??? Itni painful hay kay mujhay yahan baith kay bhee chubh rahi hay! ;-)
Reviewed by Urbaz Dar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 22, 2003
I feel every word. I love it.
Reviewed by William M. Sowman
Reviewed on January 20, 2003
Oh so sad dear. So lonely and no ripples in the pond. Take a pebble in your hand shut your eys, and toss the pebble in the water. Then make a wish and open your eyes. The pebble will make a ripple and your wish will come true. Bill Murray
Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)
Reviewed on January 16, 2003
Wonderful piece!
Remember, in a pond without ripples
it takes but a pebble...
-James
Shezray, what a beautiful name, and what a sad, brilliant poem. So much heartache in your words. Really a swell conveyance of sorrow. Like a broken heart. On the mend? Deb
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Remember, in a pond without ripples
it takes but a pebble...
-James