surfaces

 

 

 

                                   *

 

 

 

han shan walked down the mountain

pausing to rest by a pond where i was skipping stones.

he sat by, watching. he seemed pleased

by the motion of my arm, and the stones skipping across the water.

when i stopped skipping stones, sitting nearby,

and the pond stilled, he seemed pleased with that as well.

the surface reflected passing clouds and spring blossoms

along the pond's edge. he seemed pleased with all of it,

though how could i know his thoughts, 

when all i could see was what he chose to show me.

 

 

 

                                    *

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-03 at 11:16

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Good one. I'm speechless.
2015-04-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this poem. It not only shows what a good poet you are, but how smart you are.
2015-04-04



*What this makes me feel is the appreciation of all things and their beauty. The movement of the water while the stones are skipped in, and then the calm of the still waters ... sort of like you. :-) *
2015-04-03


countryfog
This is beautifully conceived, and the last line, for me, suddenly made the poem something of a koan -. how can you see only what he shows you? - and then I realize this is how it happens with our old friends, first showing us what and how they saw and by their example teaching us to see for ourselves, as Han Shan is doing for you.
2015-04-03


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
really interesting
2015-04-03


Nathalia
Always a delight to read what you write.
2015-04-03