The Pool
A pool amid ancient stones,
echoes softly in the gloaming light,
and stillness buys some extra time,
before day turns to night,
and under stars and eternal space,
reflections mark its life’s embrace,
and slumber finds its numbing state,
as the moon on watch, abates.
And as stars circle the heavens
and glitter diamonds upon this purple shroud,
what lays behind this vista,
what life abounds beyond our thoughts
our questions asked out loud,
as time imparts its furrowed brow remarks,
the pool sits in reflection.
As those flaming clouds just dissipate,
and their fires snuffed by chilled replace,
a sombre mood inhibits,
as water holds those glittering jewels,
and day has been replaced,
as night by moon in softer hues
contemplates its space.
How ironic the thoughts
that shift in time’s erase,
yearning to be whole here yet glaring into space,
for answers to our woes,
our constant dull malaise,
trying to master this life given,
yet seeking cosmic embrace.
The pool is still,
but beneath its reflective glass,
it remembers all the turbulence and change,
all the time that has passed,
so it sits beneath those cycles,
those light and dark pinnacles of life,
and wonders what its purpose be,
if not the remembrance of plight.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Eons of thoughts and happenings to reflect upon – the ancient pool must be extremely deep. Very interesting and well penned verse, Tony. It does stir my thoughts about things far beyond our daily lives. Great work dear poet. Take care.
Thanks Phyllis, Yes our understanding and perceptions of time and movement is so limited because of our short life span. Imaging if those stones could speak?
Glad you appreciated dear friend.
If those stones could talk what tales they would spin? Your pool must be a deep one, so many thoughts you pen to almost perfection my friend. Nice work as always.