Ripples

Water falls drop by drop

over smooth stones weathered

soft gray and white

into the black pool

creates ever widening circles

on the mirrored surface

which lap at my bare legs

pull at my hem

with surprising strength

I feel the moon’s gravity

in the tides’ greedy hunger

seeking  to drag me under

engulf me

until my edges blur

and I lose meaning

 

Image courtesy of Jacob Sutton

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

8 thoughts on “Ripples

  1. I feel the moon’s gravity

    in the tides’ greedy hunger

    seeking to drag me under

    engulf me

    until my edges blur

    and I lose meaning

    Powerful and beautiful. This poem is amazing, especially the last lines.

    Liked by 1 person

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