ETERNAL GLIMPSE

Time drips
like that stripped maple
on to a timeless pool,
my mind, beneath the surface
tension, feels the break,
and sees the droplet, make
that ripple to infinity ;
half mesmerised to feel it
how water moves as spirit ;

but then clarity as before
would too soon restore
my common sense in winter thaw.

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1. ryventheshadowsoul says:

   Hey Roy. Guess what. I'm getting a poem published. In an actual poetry book. I found out yesterday. Is it ok if i put down your name in my dedication? I feel it would only be proper because you are one of the people who took the time to help me out. Let me know as soon as possible, i need to mail in the revised copy of my poem. This is so cool. Thanks for everything. Oh and the poem is on my account it's called 'Surprise'. Well bye Roy.

   Jaclyn