Saturday, July 27, 2013

Another Pond

It sits naturally in the
low land of these rolling
hills, surrounded by acres
of corn, beans and oats -
the pond is quiet
except when the frogs begin
their call and answer serenade
around dusk, after the 
dragonflies have buzzed
out for the day, and swallows
still perform maneuvers,
swooping at speedy angles
to intercept the flying bugs
in open space; cat tails
and crack willows make it
their home, as do I
when the mirror-like surface
pleads to reveal a deeper
truth than the grasses
will tell; staring into its
spring-fed depth, I see
the heavens above and their
submerged secrets eager
to speak a hidden story.


©Eusebeia Philos 2013

Written for dVerse Poets Pub ~ Water, Water Everywhere

18 comments:

  1. as do I
    when the mirror-like surface
    pleads to reveal a deeper
    truth than the grasses
    will tell...nice....bit of nature magic you got going on here man....love all the sounds and visuals...familiar and vivid...listening for the story...

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    1. Thanks, Brian. It's a nice place to be.

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  2. good to see you too...feels like its been a while...

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    1. Yeah, you're right, Brian. Summers get a little busy.

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  3. Wonderful - I have ponds like that in my life - you describe them beautifully. K. (http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com)

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    1. Thank you. Grateful to be able to enjoy them.

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  4. Lovely to read you again ~ I like the life buzzing around the pond, and later on staring into those watery pools for secrets & stories ~ Happy weekend ~

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    1. Hello Grace. Thanks for stopping by. It is a source for life and its sounds and secrets.

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  5. I love the setting you described. I can hear the frogs serenade, and I know there are stories submerged. There always are....buried in the depths.

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    1. Thank you, Mary. It is a lovely sight with the sounds of summer.

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  6. Oh, this is lovely. We used to have a pond on our property when I was growing up and I spent hours there in the summer...this brought back the magic.

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    1. They are magical, especially when young. Thanks, Talon.

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  7. when the mirror-like surface
    pleads to reveal a deeper
    truth than the grasses

    well, I simply love that and also the swallows performing maneuvers. So visually captivating. Wonderful write.

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    1. Thank you, Andrea. It is nature's theater.

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    1. Thank you for stopping by and reading my poem.

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  9. A great scene you speak of here, so quiet yet so alive. ~peace, Jason

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  10. There is much living in the quiet. Thanks, Jason.

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