On hands and knees at the river bank
you gaze past smooth rocks to see your reflection;
a slick, wavy surface, a constant flow of you.
You’re ever changing but always familiar,
thoughts flow by, never to pass the same way again.
To others you’re still and consistent.
But you are never still,
you, are always flowing,
always seeking-
-Write about what the word “reflection” brings to mind. Is it past or present?
Poetry Prompts and Poems 