ego
(skipping stones)
a delicate
stone's thrown,
water torn,
my attention
bruised
but more:
my core and
afterthought
of these:
the ocean, lake,
river, pond are
water-rounded
moments told
complete
of eons'
raptured
smooth deceit.
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo: Ponytail by Last Exit shared by Tess Kincaid.
Innovative and sharp; well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you this is just bursting with visions!
ReplyDeleteI love the way you speak of the water in this context. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Rick.
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely, and the last line is just right.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous Rick "water torn" I love it!!!!
ReplyDeleteYes, the ego can certainly be like that.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I must go down and skip some stones...
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