The rippling of a pond,
the quiet sound it makes,
slowly reaches the city noise
and regretfully, sulkily, fades away,
unable to be heard by any worthy ear,
unable to be noticed by any person or creature.
It is not that it has no voice,
or worthy word to note.
It is simply quiet,
not so loud as the city buses
or the noisy radio perched in every home.
Humanity would be wise to listen to the rippling pond
for if its sound lay forgotten
so does its life, its purpose.
When its purpose is forgotten
it holds no use in the eyes of deaf men,
and it is in man's nature to destroy what he has decided to be useless,
Think how terrible the world would then be
without the rippling of a pond.
A contest entry
- Prewrites Contest by tears.of.silence.
1000 points, ended April 18, 407 entries
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Comments
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this is a spectacular poem. you've done well i give you another 20 points which brings you up to 60.thanks for entering and best of luck to you. kahy
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This is beautiful
This is a very powerful message.
I am grateful to be able to read it. This truly makes me think about the things around me that I don't appreciate enough, and about how important even the quiet things are.
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Thank you, i just got home today with a feeling of needing to recognize the little things.
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