Broken Reflections <br /> <br />If every lake was ever still <br />and sky was ever frozen hard, <br />then what would make our dreaming fill <br />in rippled wonder’s altered yard? <br /> <br />For each would be embraced the same <br />as icy mirrors fixed in crime; <br />no matter whereabouts we came <br />we’d always be squeezed firm in time. <br /> <br />And there a change would never come <br />where old was older still in death, <br />and dry as stalks in summer sun, <br />we’d never take a lively breath. <br /> <br /> <br />© RH Peat 8/29/2010 7: 12 pm <br />form: 3 quatrains/ 12 lines <br />Rhyme Scheme abab cdcd efef <br />Intent: variety is the spice of life.<br /><br />Ronald Peat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-reflections/
