Like rain we fall
disturbing the air
and making ripples in the still water
memories of how we fell
collisions, air currents, splitting.
We change things for a while
our shape imprints the water
splashing with the impact of our fall
we touch the other ripples
sometimes changing our shape
or theirs
Our imprints visible for a while
the changes we make echoing on the surface
churning the water causing waves and movement
but slowly all we touch
comes quietly to peace
Churning, changing moving
but the only reality
is that very soon
We fade.
and the echoes stop
Until the next drop hits.
another life another change
ripples in the air and water
brief, transient and subsiding.
I have written poetry for most of my life. It seems to be a way of expressing myself. This was written a few years ago just after my terminal diagnosis that proved not to be terminal. It was quite a cathartic feeling at the time and it was one of the ways that I came to believe that I could cope whatever happened.
I hope you like it.
I will be posting more, there are quite a few in the back catalogue and a couple of new ones I am writing at present.