#ripple
a surface rippled
but not broken
traumatised
a body bruised
but not fractured
cracked
still together but barely
the light may get in
but what escapes
a traumatised mind
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
I am a droplet. Just a small droplet.
One day, I fell into a lake.
The water didn’t crave my presence,
but there I was—
falling.
With a soft smack, I broke the silence.
I shivered the surface and I started to send ripples outward.
Tiny waves fanned out toward the shore.
The lake barely remembered I had landed—
but I kept stretching and growing.
One ring, two rings, three rings…
Each of them was a promise slipping from the center,
making its way in a widening circle that brushed the skin of the water.
How many of these rings have I cast since the day I landed?
I have no idea.
Sometimes I think,
maybe the fish don’t care,
maybe the reeds just nod, in their indifferent sway,
and maybe the water laughs at my ambition.
Because who am I to think I can make any difference in this lake?
But isn’t it something—
how even a single droplet interrupted the calm?
How it pressed its will into the water and bent the shape of its surroundings?
How it insisted:
Look, I’m here, and the world has changed, however small.
Call it hubris.
Call it naive.
But here I am—
just a glistening speck, dreaming of shores I’ll never touch.
Hoping to be felt.
Knowing I might be lost, soaked up, swallowed,
lost to the lake before anyone even sees the last of my rings.
Because one day, my final ring will fade.
And the lake will still be there,
as if I had never fallen.
Still, I choose to believe—
that somewhere, I will make a lily quiver.
That somewhere, the landing of a dragonfly will shift because of me.
That one of my ripples will carry a story farther than I’ll ever know.
And maybe that’s all there is after all—
a brief moment
when stillness breaks
for a droplet
that dares to be
more than just wet.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.
A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.
What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,
Is among us.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
i knew what i was destined to do,
to be,
to see
the surface of the water had broken
splattering liquid across the lakes surface
causing more and more ripples
making my impact
only to slowly drift away losing momentum
slowly one day being forgotten...
making the water clear once again.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
Are you of perfect
Circumference for
A captain in the sky
Voyaging vagabond at night 'til morn'
Walking under the
End of season elms and sycamores
The branches as oars in water
Tilling below shadows come, shadows go, as you stay steady
For I was the water in a rippling stream and you were a solitary sturdy force above
Emulating my gait and gaze
Light hanging with every branch
Into my water
As you lay your supermoon
Beam into our futures
Until you come again
Leaving your soup of hope in Everything you touched
Even souls
Where will the future be at your return
With hate or love,
Or something in between as a sturdy captain should, be there once more for all the visitors below
Beseeching you for navigation
From on high to below
Altruistic by sight, your perfect shaped stone in the dark of night
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 7:57 AM UTC
I can feel it in my soul,
a ripple stirring within.
In the deepest crevice,
there's a whisper trying to shout, "It is done!"
So why should I waver?
That storm has passed, and the sea is calm.
I watch the sun descend in a quiet declaration of what’s to come,
its golden light and gentle embers painting promises.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
These thoughts of you,
are like the smallest pebble to the grandest mountain,
everything holds a certain value, contributing to
the intricacies of this existence.
And there must have been
an unpleasant disturbance in my heart; as if a pebble
was thrown in my eye’s still waters- causing many ripples.
Oh, it’s perfectly strange;
not quickly recognizing your own tears
anymore;- some people do cry better in the rain.
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC
I spill over my skin
So messy, so messy
I am a puddle
You are a stone.
As you 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉
Into me,
It ripples my entire
𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝖔𝖋 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘
All while you can’t
𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 11:39 AM UTC
throwing stones
into the lake
i discovered
the dog
likes to chase
the staccato splashes
as the surface
of the water
is broken
with inexpressible joy
pebbles were tossed
individually
and by handfuls
as i watched
the playful bounding
for over
half an hour
unfortunately
i had not spotted
the fisherman
further along
the water's edge
rolling eyes
and shaking head
as wave
after wave
of rippled chaos
disturbed his lure
and line
scaring away
anything
he had hoped
to catch
Aug 3, 2022
Aug 3, 2022 at 9:47 AM UTC
i ripple
with each touch
from your fingertips
in constant motions
that glide
hover against my skin
i tremble before you
goosebumps litter my flesh
and yet you say
you're not a god
but your eyes tell me otherwise
each pupil holds the sun and the moon
in warm pools
and with each flutter from your downcast lashes
paints my waters in glints of gold.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
Her feet as light as a feather
At her own pace, moving at her leisure
Her toes making ripples in the water
Gliding over the substance as slow as a saunter
She stares at her reflection as it ripples away
She plunges her hand in and the water will obey
Water trickles through the cracks her cupped hand
Everything about it she can understand
Her only friend, companion, that listens to her every demand
Smiling to herself, she feels grand
~17/3/21
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 4:35 AM UTC
I'm still me
And we're distant now
I've gotten stronger
And growing loud
Sometimes I wonder
If you hadn't gone
Extending hands
Vast beyond the sea
Collecting deep-colored shells
For a heart severed-to-be
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
Where is lost
the sweet silence
in the solitude we cherished;
the still truth in
the river of our reflection?
A restless echo
runs into our languid chest
and chases the content out.
A yearning resonates -- everywhere.
There's a ripple
the images come unseen
Haziness eyes
the form of our being.
Serenity compromised
Mirrors shattered
We scream at life
as the blur surfaces.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
Where raindrops crash so quietly
Speaking soft with subtle sounds aloud
And in a language to be seen around
Like moving hands their white ripples fade
Out into conversations crowned with mist
The kind of sweeping breath alive
Which breaths itself out atop the waters edge
Just as words once hung on the morning dew
Now they wake with joy and are gone the next
As a calming way on this crustless wave
The waters return beneath and rest
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
Your thoughts are often effected,
to the deeds in one way or other;
Same way the deeds are effected,
to the whole life in one way or other;
As the ripple in a pond are spreading,
like round and round from the center...
Like ripples are spreading,
its effect to the entire pond;
Same way thousands of ripples are flowing out, to the sea around....
As the ripples in a pond are making, everlasting effects;
Same way doing good deeds,
can ripple out in ever-expanding circles...
Like the ripples expand its effect from center to round and round;
Same way the ever lasting chain of deeds, impact the whole world around.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Everything brings us
To the moment
We're meant to be at.
For better or worse,
Life is chaos.
And our actions have
Consequences that
Warrent infinite possibilities.
A ripple,
that we
Have no control over.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
We dip our toe into life's pool
and watch the ripples
affect the lives of those around us
hoping not to offend
but fit in, without too much disturbance
we may even walk a little way off shore
considering ourselves brave
to have come this far
but there are those who
regardless of how cold the water may be
will plunge head first, screaming
into the blue
I watch them, jealously
hesitating in the shallows.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
And if you are in any doubt as to your ability,
To effect a change upon this world,
Look no further than a pool of rock water,
Disturbed by a single drop of rain.
Now imagine a torrent.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
breeze ripples palm groves,
a gleam in coconut fronds;
past peeps through the mist!
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC