When Wrinkles Ripple

 

The waters were once tranquil till deep

Turqoise of tinge and placid of poise

Then the disruption of a swooping drop

That plucked peace with a sudden thud

Leaving a tremble with her retreating recoil

Shredding the serene skin to myriad hues

Triggering wrinkles on the perplexed forehead 

And inciting disquiet on the anxious mind.

Before these miniature waves dissolve in time

The drizzle of arrows sow ripples in the soul

Till the agitation reverberates in unison

To dislodge the calm from his command

Only to wriggle in the dust with humiliation.

With such turmoil my ripples could swell into tides

Only they felt it was awkward to weep aloud

And did not carry sufficient tears as a validation

Of unpredictable interrogations raised from within.

Beyond the margins of swollen eye , survived a dream

Dazzling to smile like a short lived bubble

With her visage lit by reflection of a silvery cheer

Distant but a dream nontheless worth a smile

With a jewel sparkling the soul till the time

When wrinkles ripple to burst life back to the serenity.

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