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opped.</p><p id="0e0b">I dropped the pebble and now I can’t stop the ripple-effect, the binge on emotions, unavoidable.</p><p id="9344">The unavoidable ripple-effect of these emotions grips me at night, when things are dreadfully silent.</p><p id="9abf">The dreadful silence of night wraps’ round me and I just want one moment’s peace; from <i>you</i>, from<i> us.</i></p><p id="b8a0">A moment’s peace, now, without <i>you</i>, without <i>us </i>and I finally float to the surface, buoyed by truth.</p><p id="02f8">The truth, a strong buoy, lifts me to the surface but I cannot help the disturbance — rippling out from me.</p><p id="0be9">This disturbance cannot be helped, ripples of me flowing outward; concentric circles, silent prayers, releasing me from you.</p><p id="8cb2"><a href="https://med

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ium.com/@fnfwriter">◦•●Christina M. Ward ●•◦</a></p><p id="9520">This poem is in response to:</p><ul><li><a href="undefined">J.D. Harms</a>’ prompt from this past Saturday:</li></ul><div id="bc24" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-tragic-4a1ccac63f5e"> <div> <div> <h2>The Tragic</h2> <div><h3>13 March 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: a little different</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*AIZpIENGmzXGj4EqgfcnOg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><h2 id="0b71">Thank you for reading.</h2></article></body>

POETRY

Concentric Circles

response to Scrittura: 13 March 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: a little different

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Concentric Circles, a Duplex form poem

Concentric circles, widening from me to you… and I can’t stop them, once that pebble’s dropped.

I dropped the pebble and now I can’t stop the ripple-effect, the binge on emotions, unavoidable.

The unavoidable ripple-effect of these emotions grips me at night, when things are dreadfully silent.

The dreadful silence of night wraps’ round me and I just want one moment’s peace; from you, from us.

A moment’s peace, now, without you, without us and I finally float to the surface, buoyed by truth.

The truth, a strong buoy, lifts me to the surface but I cannot help the disturbance — rippling out from me.

This disturbance cannot be helped, ripples of me flowing outward; concentric circles, silent prayers, releasing me from you.

◦•●Christina M. Ward ●•◦

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