Throw a rock
In river
and the rip-
ple will fade.
The river,
it moves on.
Yes, time stops
for no one
But it does
not forget
about the rock
that was thrown.
It's still there
sitting at
the bottom;
out of sight
out of mind.
As time moves
on, and more
ripples made.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Throw a rock
In river
and the rip-
ple will fade.
The river,
it moves on.
Yes, time stops
for no one
But it does
not forget
about the rock
that was thrown.
It's still there
sitting at
the bottom;
out of sight
out of mind.
As time moves
on, and more
ripples made.
A poem for you guys, had to write it for mypoetry wwriting class and the prompt was to write a 3-beat line poem inspired by a poem from Rasmussens book Black Aperture.
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