Pebble Cast on Still Waters
I cast a pebble on the lake
and watched the ripples it could make:
concentric circles spreading out.
I wondered at this nature feat
since nature can’t be obsolete;
But circles? Pebbles’ only route?
And so it goes, just like that thought:
one pebble – and look what is wrought…
a thought, like circles, casts no doubt.
Note: The form is Nove Otto. The poem was inspired by the above artwork, as posted for prompt on Magpie Tales.