"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Skipping Stones

Let the stones thrown
into the lake of your life
skip across the water
with ever diminishing impact
until they are swallowed
into the stillness of the center

Let the ripples collide as they must
until the wake of impact
settles into glassy calm
and the intended violence
is absorbed by a vast tranquillity
the rock softened by the deep