In the cold light of war,
peace may yet be known.
Ripples under the snow
wait for faith, (un)seen.
Peace may yet be known
in wrinkled warm hands
mirrored in quiet prayer.
Ripples under the snow
understand spring comes —
they will be known, whole.
Know faith, (un)seen
foundations; unshaken
anchors in the chaos.
Today’s poetry form is Trimeric, which was invented by Charles A. Stone.
The image is of the zen garden at Meijer Gardens and Sculpture Park, taken on 2/26/22.
Dedicated to the People of Ukraine.
I’m linking this up to dVerse’ Open Link Night and earthweal’s Open Link Weekend.
Tao Talk 
That’s a lovely poem, Lisa. Really enjoyed the peaceful lines and undulating wordplay :)
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Soulful, hopeful and truthful. Well done. ✒️
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Ami, thank you very much.
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You are most welcome! 😊
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Paula, thank you <3
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One can only hope for peace everywhere that war seems to be ongoing…
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Yes, Rajani :(
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I struggle with the peace and beauty all around me while others are suffering so much. But i suppose we need to strengthen ourselves for what lies ahead. What a beautiful zen garden that is.
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Sherry, I hear you on both counts. Yes, the garden is beautiful in all seasons. Thanks for reading and your comment.
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Beautiful poem Li! Love it’s time and message
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Sadje, thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Such a strong, beautiful poem….so beautifully written……is hard to make a comment to poetry of this depth.
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Ain, thanks, it is hard to find words about that situation.
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I like that you offer hope and the possibility of grounding ourselves, even in this chaos, Lisa: it’s important that we do so, so that fear does not win over faith!
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Ingrid, 100% agreed. The darkness wins if we give in to fear.
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A fascinating form, very reminiscent of a villanelle, but as it is shorter and more succinct. it has a great deal of immediacy. You execute it well, and fill it with chiming, delicate phrases that echo through the poem like bells. Beautifully done, Li.
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Joy, this time I chose the image first and a repeating form like the ripples. Also the stones make a perfect anchoring. I really appreciate your feedback, it helps me grow as a poet. Thank you.
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I hope for wholeness too. A strong and quiet prayer.
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Kerfe, thank you. Yes, needed more than ever.
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A peaceful tumble of images, Lisa. I like the feeling of reassurance in the last stanza, as if this too shall pass.
“Know faith, (un)seen
foundations; unshaken
anchors in the chaos.”
:-)
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Thank you very much, Sunra.
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Nice one Lisa in a time of chaos
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Thank you, Max.
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Love the hope in your words, Li. ❤️
Nice form.
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Punam, thank you and glad you enjoyed the poem.
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You are so welcome.
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Hopeful poem.
After winter, there must be spring.
Hope things are better soon.
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Thanks much, Anita.
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This is gorgeous Lisa! Love the hope I. Cold bitter tones!! Snow is a prefect metaphor 💕
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Cindy thank you so much for reading and your feedback <3
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You’re so welcome Lisa! 💕
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I fear it will take a very long time… it has gone so far that only the tyrant’s death can stop it I think
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Somebody needs to plant a horse bomb for the next time Skippy goes a-riding… Sorry the horse will die but…
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Lovely poem, Lisa, and if repeated enough, perhaps it will happen.
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<3
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the conceit of ripples is so effectively employed here, Lisa ~
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M, I appreciate your feedback, thank you.
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this is lovely Li! I enjoyed it very much <3
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Thank you, Carol anne :)
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