So do life’s ripples spread…

[Bernard de Silva]

So do life’s ripples spread…

Dancing droplets, puncturing the surface,
as each transient sparkle, etches ripples...
Spreading briefly…of a source consumed.
Bright sheen, from stormy skies reflected,
seen to shimmer, upon puddles in the rain...

Ripples, weaving mesmeric, ebbing patterns,
each expanding circle, momentarily discrete…
instantly, irretrievably, integrated in display.
Eyes, see life reflected, vague images appear…
the mind dwells , till patterns alter, yet again.
 
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva…Feb. 8, 09.

[therese]

ahh, lovely bernard ........... i bet those in the bushfire areas would LOVE to be able to sit back and enjoy the sight

[SergoA]

Mr Bernard de Silva!
Great piece, indeed, from the first two words "Dancing droplets, ... " till the end you make reader think! I enjoyed very much with deepness of this poem. Short and powerful! Real poetry to my mind.
Thanks a lot for sharing!
SergoA.