Posts Tagged wanting
just out of reach
Posted by Ronald Kirk House in Poetry on September 28, 2011
I noticed some speckled rocks on the shore
as bells in the distance rang out an unfamiliar tune
that disturbed an unfinished symphony I was thinking of
like a pebble thrown into a still pond
while unsuccessfully fishing on a lazy summer afternoon
with restless leaves in the nearby trees
moving like the hands of a child
reaching for an object just out of reach


