Tim Johnson

Sticks And Stones - Poem by Tim Johnson

I skipped a stone across the water
Into the setting sun
Watched interlocking ripples
Each and every one

Skitter, skitter, skitter
Went that fated orb
Dancing oh so lively
Toward the yonder shore

Chosen for its smoothness
It traveled straight and low
One moment proud above the lake
The next submerged below

I tossed a stick a little later
As night began to fall
I couldn’t see the ripples
The darkness took them all

Whoosh, and whirl, and splash
Into the drink it went
I like to think it landed
Where the rock was sent

I have no doubt it floated
For it was light and dry
A marker for the stone
In juxtaposed demise

I contemplate their meaning
Their ripples soak my bones
Soaring, skipping, floating, drowning
I dream of sticks and stones

Comments about Sticks And Stones by Tim Johnson

  • (4/2/2008 2:32:00 AM)

    A very interesting write that I enjoyed much...excellent job! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/1/2008 5:17:00 PM)

    wow, this is a very nice and inspiring read. loved it so! (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2008 5:16:00 PM)

    A most interesting poem and perhaps a metaphor for some.
    I like the way you wrote it, regardless of meaning.
    Which I would prefer be more direct and precise.
    But that's a preference among poets that I can accept.
    Very nice indeed.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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