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I am a tiny rock
thrown into the river of life;
Ripples undulating forth
making my entrance…
Picked up, I’m tossed again
making a tiny splash.
Waves radiate out across the water
Every toss makes a difference
causing changes in the river of life,
affecting the lives of those around.
Life goes on…
This rock
sometimes tossed
sometimes kicked
sometimes thrown;
Each time making waves
each time being shaped.
This smooth pebble that I’ve become
is polished to near perfection.
Some stones may be much larger,
making a bigger splash…
But, this polished little pebble
gently making its splash,
makes a difference
affecting life in lasting ways
as love radiates forth.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Tonight at d’Verse, Frank asked us to consider descriptive beginnings that help draw the reader on into the poem. I wrote this poem yesterday, and reworked it today for our prompt.

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32 thoughts on “Ripples

    • Thank you, Rob. I like your version. Reality is what really knocks the edges off of our hard shells! Not always pleasant but sometimes necessary! We really have no idea how many lives we affect. Reminds me of the Christmas movie “It’s a Wonderful Life!”


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