Standing on a morning shore,
I scry the water's gray glass surface
for direction
as the haze has confused my compass
yet again.
Impatient for the ground
to center me,
I skip the first flat stone
and watch the ripples
create concentric chaos.
My take on Monday Musings: June 16, 2014 - Image Prompt
A Promise Kept
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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No more new work? I hope your weekend is a good one. I already commented on this but I love the last line. Love ya!
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