Ripples
I wrote this poem during the November 2023 QTWriters Support Circle. (The next Circle is coming up February 2024- Join me!)
Our ripples are touching
and they are creating waves upon waves.
Fierce rhythm.
deep heartbeats rippling consistent motion.
Let my heartbeat’s ripple be an offering
a life ring
a flotation device
not just for saving
not for subsisting
but for healing
yes, for thriving.
Your ripples are touching my heartbeat,
your touch steadies me.
Your presence moves me, drumming rhythm,
moves my bones moves my soul moves my feet.
Let my dance be an offering
a healing
a transforming
yes, a dance for endings
a dance for resisting
a dance for completing
a dance for creating.
Our heartbeats are touching, are rippling
out in synchrony, in sacred time,
are ripping the cords of clandestine alliance
and in the fresh ground of a new wave
our seeds are rolling, they are sprouting.
Our ripples are touching
and they are creating waves upon waves.
(C) 2023 Lucinda A. Pepper, all rights reserved.
