Posted at 12:38 PM on January 20, 2009
by Bob Collins
(1 Comments)
Filed under: Politics
Stan Kusunoki of Shakopee was moved to poetry today.
Ripples
The sun rises
This is nothing new
The top spinning marbled blue
Brings the light into view
As is has for eons and eons
The day begins
But today a new sensation
As the sun crosses the dateline
A ripple not quite a melody
Rings in the air
Curious, the sun seeks the source
Faint but growing as it crosses
The Mariana Trench
Carried by the winds off Mt. Fuji
The Himalayas
Stirring the dust on the silk road
Yet it is not here
Further the sun searches
Picking up rhythms joyous in Africa
Ripples swelling
Swelling more with the
From tears and laughter
Mogidishu, Odessa, Barcelona, Paris, London
Yet still, it is not here
Stan,
It has been a time for fresh poetry, and new ripples, as in your poem, especially related to political change. It is so good to know you are out there and still writing. Margaret Hasse
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