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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Forgotten Pond
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It sleeps upon a still and frozen hearth
Forsaken, as the flash of childish dream
Attended by the Gardener of earth
Bejeweled by stones that line the bubbling stream
And I must go to this forgotten place
Of pine-thatched roof and rain-washed breathing space
A gate cannot dissuade my wanderlust
I’m drawn by leaf-notes fluttering aloft
Intoxicated by musk-laden dust
The wind is curved against me, cool and soft
I grope to touch the effervescent breeze
More hope have I, to rebuild memories
Veiled moments; thousands, pass in obscure schemes
The breath of nature’s grace dissolves their cry
There is a time to work and time for dreams
I spread my fantasies against the sky
Cattails like stalwart guards, cajole the fronds
Lacing the banks of long-forgotten ponds
It sleeps upon a still and frozen hearth
Jade broach garnishing winter’s stark lapel
Dazzling, rare, within its hidden berth
Ancient, forgotten and so beautiful
A jewel amongst the pine and cedar hush
Heaven dropped a sparkle from its brush
Janet~
The pond lay beneath this pine-thatched roof
I saw it yesterday, on my afternoon trek through the woods.
I do envy your ability to write metered poetry with a rhyme scheme that is not obvious. I am usually well into your poems before I notice the metre and when I look more closely, that's when I notice the rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI love this world your speaker describes. The imagery is so rich.
margo
Margo, I thank you sincerely.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. - Mosk
ReplyDeleteThank-you Mosk, It was one of your words...'bejeweled' that ignited the smoldering thought:)
ReplyDeleteWhat Margo said.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful wordling, Janet.
Thank-you Mary. You are always so kind and encouraging.
ReplyDeleteThe picture your words paint is gorgeous, Janet. I love "The wind is curved against me..." It is such a lush physical description. Brava!
ReplyDeleteThank-you Brenda
ReplyDeleteI find this truly wonderful. Love your writing. So many great lines but my favorite is 'Of pine-thatched roof and rain-washed breathing space'. Thanks for taking me to this heavenly spot.
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