Shifting Ripples

by Sean Allen   Oct 4, 2004


The ground shakes.
Each step is harder
as I get tripped up
on my mistakes;
it's an earthquake.

Foundations break
and crumble
with every bright-eyed struggle
you make;
it's an earthquake and

the fates are shifting,
won't the plates keep drifting
my way.

The ripples in the lake
lift up higher, higher.
Stretching straight up like
layers of a cake;
it's an earthquake.

"Oh for God's sake"
I say as I feel it coming
but this one isn't the same,
this one is not fake,
a real earthquake and

the fates are shifting,
won't the plates keep drifting
'till they shake my way.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Lance Hardy

    Nice piece of work. Earthquakes are cool :P. What you said before I read it though made me think oddly of it, but after I read it again it was nice. Good job

  • 20 years ago

    by Kevin J

    I'm always impressed with your writes dude. They're always of meaning and symbolizm. They are very seldom upfront in their definition. I like that and I can always count on that type of read from you.

    BTW...I don't know if I said something to piss you off, but I'm sorry if I did. I know that you like to critique other ppls writes and I don't put you down for that...that's just not me. If your staying away from commenting on my writes because of that..it's kewl I understand. But we could still be kewl even if we don't agree on stuff.

    L8r

  • 20 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    Butterflies are overrated anyways. NIcely done. Awesome R&R and I'm glad you can share your unique feelings.
    Aken Sol
    Nice title BTW

  • 20 years ago

    by PnQ Mod Account

    Cool! very nice poem, Sean!

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