Thursday, June 30, 2016

Ripples of rhyme


There were poems in there...
A whole slew.

Now all I hear is a faint
whisper of you.

The pond is still
from over-fishing.

I have no more pennies
for poetic wishing.

The water waits
without reflection...

Photo By NPS Photo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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