Was waiting on Wednesday for prayer meeting. (We meet every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning) when it rained like crazy, so it ended up as a no-show for mostly everyone... That's when i noticed the ripples and started thinking... And thinking... And... Thinking..........
Some other elements, like why i started writing a poem is due to ENG3U and our poetry lessons going on, and now certain parts of Physics which inpire me like crazy...
So, hope you enjoy it, here goes...
Ripples of Reflection…
Look into the puddle,
What now dost I see?
A boy, or just rubble?
A male, could it be?
A chap, painted faces,
A man, well dressed be,
Yet in secret places,
Confound it! Who’s he?
Had man’s word by oath
And by honour convene,
The ripples of youth
Be’st no longer spleen,
Stand myriads of youth
By no colour of skin.
No, rather by truth
As a people they win.
Or is time an ocean,
An end never see?
Look forth now at motion
‘Twas watches not be?
Or speed or now distance,
True being it hides,
When bound’ries break here hence,
Still, be now demise.
Oh ripples like mirrors
What mean thou to me?
From cheerers to weepers,
Dost all come from thee?
Oh Heaven be open
Let rain down on me!
Let gashes be plaster,
That through thee, I see…
MAL
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