Popples

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Ripples carry songs
outward to beyond –
culminating at the edges
in a crescendo
that is too abrupt;
nothing is diminished,
no tune is lost
inside its bracketed echoes,
chiming molecules
and gentle undulations

of steel rings that pirouette
in derelict space, abandoned
save for some memories
still floating on a clean
light sound without vibrato
on those cool, lazy, steady days
of fingers that brushed together
and when laughter caused
summer’s winks to ruffle
our reflections until they wafted
slowly as distortions,
and unfamiliar interlopers
were settled on the surface –

masked by palm sized, verdant
leaves they sent sylvan charm’s
unused taught light to graze
the perimeters
of popples still rippling-
busy with song – bursting
onto new horizons
but with hope
reverberating inside melancholia’s
ever decreasing circles.

 

 

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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