pebble sinks
as water rises
spring rain continues
another pebble
falls from my fingers
This tanka is my response to Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Swirling – March 25th, 2021 which asks that we respond with any variation of the the prompt and/or image (above)
– and –
to MTB: Coming full circle, the prompt from Peter Frankis at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which asks that we write a poem that circles around
with a repeat or variation of the opening line.
Image source: Arek Socha (qumono) at Pixabay
rivrvlogr 
Impressively concise, yet meeting the brief so beautifully.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I was thinking about a tanka too Ken- and this one’s a beauty – movement and circularity – and there’s stillness and maybe even eternity in there too. Wonderful stuff. I’ve been reading Issa lately – so here’s his…
like pebbles pounding
the eaves…
autumn rain
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Thank you, Peter. I appreciate that.
And thank you for the prompt.
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Beautiful! I was conversing with Frank about his post https://beachwalkreflections.wordpress.com/2021/03/25/55-stones/ and how I have always felt a pebble or a polished stone has an aura of mystery from a far away land. Beautiful take on the prompt and thank you for joining in.
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Any time I visit my family in western New York, I try to make it to Lake Ontario, where I look for beach glass and worn stones.
Before I moved to Missouri and we were together permanently, I found a heart-shaped stone that I gave to my (now) wife.
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Bravo, Ken… I love what you did with so few words. Full circle in a heartbeat!!
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🙂 Thanks, Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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The pebble falling from your fingers reminding us of the incessant march of time – nice work!
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Thank you!
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This is a lovely tanka, Ken. Full somehow of movement and stillness, and time and timelessness.
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Thank you, Merril.
I like to think of this as a moment frozen in time, yet part of a continuum.. One frame in an endless reel.
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💙
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I like how you constructed this, but it also brought back some memories of doing just that.
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And doing that is an immersion in the moment, isn’t it?
Thank you, Paul.
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Sounds about right for spring. I can see the imageries playing throughout my mind of such rain. Beautifully penned!
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Thank you. 🙂
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takes me back to skipping stones as a child.
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I think that may be a pleasant memory for many of us. Thank you. 🙂
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Love the poem! Really do, had a sly chuckle though because I thought of the Congressman from my district 🤦🏻♀️
https://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.cnn.com/cnn/2018/05/17/politics/mo-brooks-nasa-climate-change/index.html
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Thank you. 🙂
That’s right. Everyone stop skipping stones, dammit!
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I know, right?! 😉
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The thought of sitting there by the pond and letting one pebble after the other drop into the water is very meditative…. love it.
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Thank you. Ironically, it may cause a minor disruption, but it can have a calming effect.
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Yesterday I was gifting stale bread to the fish in the creek…
I enjoy watching the ripples the fish make when they come up from underneath. 😀
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Something as simple as that can have a pleasant, calming effect.
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