Pond Life
In calm weather my surface, a
bright foil sheet,
reflects the oak and birch on
my banks.
Some days I ripple with wind.
My waves sparkle-- a sequined
Cher.
Cows kiss me with rough
tongues.
Under their dark-eyed gaze, I
shiver.
Dragonflies hover, hesitant
lovers.
Beetles skim and tickle.
Ducks and turtles pierce my
skin.
Fish and frogs hide in my
depths.
Leaves and mud ground me.
Spring. The farmhouse dog
paddles through my abundance.
A school girl collects a jar
of me. Under the microscope
she sees water bears and pond
fairies.
Winter. Children skate my
frozen chemistry.
Fall. I dry up like an aged woman,
my innermost skin cracked and
cratered.
Summer. An elderly gentleman drowns under my cold
blanket.
A little pond on a little
farm,
in my dreams I am the sea.
S. Pope 5/2014
12 comments:
oh my god suki, this is brilliant. i had to read it twice to really understand the pond is speaking. how you describe each season is brilliant.
you are a remarkable poet.
love
kj
That is wonderful. Where do these come from? :)
I love how you gave the pond a voice :) And that last line is wonderful: "in my dreams I am the sea." - yes ~ ~ ~ ~
Wunderschön Suki, the pond's tale, I just love it!
I think I know this pond. :) Wonderful poem Suki. You really brought the pond to life.
Thank you everyone! Cris, do you mean the flowers? The lilacs are from my yard. Three colors. Mom and Dad brought them up from Connecticut when they retired up here.
Beautiful. Unexpected. Fully lived. Poignant. You astound me with your poetry. I, who had thought I'd lost my love of poems.
O glorious Poetess! You are a true teller of story through your words!
I loved this...have re-read it three times... it reads beautifully when spoken aloud!
Love the new header too...
Love, always,
♥ Robin ♥
I've come back a couple of times to reread your words... beautifully put words ... you are the pond and you see and feel from the pond ... rare indeed!
Thank you Lynne with an E. You always say the kindest things to me. I am inspired.
Robin, you are always so kind in your responses to my poems. To be read several times is an honor.
Blue Sky thank you for reading my poem and rereading! What an honor that is.
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