Friday, July 6, 2018

Ripples











Though each part of some other story
we have our own to tell—
concentric circles overlapping
filled with truth and allegory
expanding and expounded on
within the script we’re dealt.

 Bit players playing out our parts
with each line improvised—
and when another takes the lead,
we're left to wing it from the heart
as each new chapter brings a turn
of ‘hellos’ and ‘good-byes.’

Sometimes the mainstays can’t be found
they skip an act or two—
reappearing just in time
to prompt the now forgotten line,
they bring the story back around
—again our play renews.

With every turn, with each new scar
the tale becomes our own—
the narratives that we reprise
recall the people in our lives
not by their stories, but the part
that each has played in ours.

© Ginny Brannan 2018

Vesica Piscis is the elliptical space in the center where circles overlap. I imagine each of our stories like as circles overlapping,  to become ripples in the ever-expanding sea of time.

2 comments:

  1. Brilliant concept, beautifully expressed, Gin. So glad my concentric circles bumped into yours. Now look what we started!

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    1. Awww,...thanks my friend! Blessed to know you!!

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