He threw
rocks in the pond,
contemplating
the waves
the things he carried in his heart
and as the
pond silenced,
he could feel the disturbance propagating
deep
inside.
Karla
Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2013
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful ... image and words.
ReplyDeleteMore often than not unsavory things are discovered with a little effort. Many may not try and suffer! Nicely Karla!
ReplyDeleteHank
The heart is a garden of ripples - loved this
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, love "the things he carried in his heart".
ReplyDeletelovely poem- very thoughtful and perceptive. Thanks for your nice cmments and have a great day!
ReplyDeleteI like this quiet poem. I can picture the scene as I read. Can almost read the ripples of the heart. thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteWonderful how you shifted from external to internal--very smooth and well written :-)
ReplyDeleteAaaaawwww how I love your words :) wonderful blog and I will go and take a look around http://artistsinblogland.blogspot.de/search/label/challenge
ReplyDeleteMagic Karla! You have the gold with both the picture and the words. Rivetting! Thanks for this. HeArtfully Yours, Samara
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Karla!...Christine
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