Sunday, 24 July 2011

Distant (for Sunday Scribblings)

Like drawings on water
Thoughts come and disappear
Never changing its essence
The water’s always clear
But I choose to retrace them
Again and again
By analysing and dwelling
Never putting down the pen
Until these drawings
Become all I can see
And the water blurs into
A distant memory


  1. Oh, I like this. Drawing on the water, so ephemeral. Best to capture it in a poem.

  2. I like your opening lines , lovely transient thoughts brought to book at last!!

  3. I can see the dynamic images in your words.
    well done.

  4. Greetings,

    How are you?

    Jingle Poetry has moved, we are doing poetry picnic now, our week 1 theme is

    “Adam and Eve” ,

    Please feel free to join us, all are very welcome!
    Blessings fly your way!

    love your talent, stay in touch!