Rings of Ripples

In solitude
each remaining pylon
that held the bridge
casts a shadow
on the lake.

Tiny rings of ripples
pretend to wiggle
poles back and forth
as if phantom cars
still cross
in rhythmic thump, thump…
thump, thump.

Shadows lengthen,
reach for night cover
when solitude laps
a lullaby pulse
between mother
and infant
a heartbeat distant.

Diane Webster‘s goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life, nature or an overheard phrase and to write. Diane enjoys the challenge of transforming images into words to fit her poems. Her work has appeared in Home Planet News Online, North Dakota Quarterly, Eunoia Review, and other literary magazines.