A cold pond in November,
a child of the ocean
no ripples, no life.
There is only the weight of water
on the slow earth.

I tried and failed to be there. Instead
my mind insisted
on this.

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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2 Responses to Meditation

  1. Brian says:

    Deep. This appeals to me on many levels. I grew up near the ocean and it’s always been the place I retreat when troubled. When I’m not there, my mind seeks refuge in the thoughts of sand and salt water. Love the meditative flow of your words. – B

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