Pond-Walk Notes

Ice, skin-thin on pond and path

and I can find no meaning

in it; nor in the empty playground

the quiet, bare-tree yards

 

except

 

under the ice, water surges slow

and sure; where runoff trickles

in from snowier banks

a heron lifts and glides

 

poem enough

 

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6 thoughts on “Pond-Walk Notes

    1. Yes, I always want to feel I am producing something–thinking, How can I use this? What can I make of it? Thanks for reading!

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  1. I love the way you play with form and line-breaks, Jenn. This was a joy to read. I often jot down observations that I worry will lead a poem nowhere, so I don’t post them, but this was so refreshing and beautiful that I’m going to have to re-think that.

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    1. Thanks for being so sweet. Nature is such a great healer, isn’t it? I look forward to reading more of your observations!

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