The round brown pond
dimples the hilltop, hides
a swift-feeder stream,
cold, with tadpoles who
nibble-kiss our legs
when we drop our bikes
in grass and cannon-
ball to the bottom,
stirs and resettles
water-dust to slime
pebbles and weeds,
guards and floats us and
enjoys our swim-splash as if one of us.
Posted for Margaret's
Play It Again, Toads #5, Option #1: Words Count With Mama Zen
at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast
A reading of this poem provides a real sensation of escape, Susan.
ReplyDeleteTo swim with tadpoles.. I love that thought... and such nice combination of words here..water-dust and swim-splash.. wonderful and descriptive..
ReplyDeleteThis is an excellent poem. Not a word out of place or off-beat. Great sound throughout. I also really enjoyed your line breaks and spacing.
ReplyDeleteThe friend indeed, your round brown pond. Every thing was friendly, even the tad poles in their own way. I.felt welcome. The commas were friends too for reading aloud.
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This is a splendid poem. Why do I like it so much? … dimpled pond, nibble-kiss, as if one of us… It is a warm embrace, a vision I don't want to let go. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteAs I listened to the Bengali song rendering Rabindranath Tagore's 'Stream of Life' / 'Pran' (in Bengali) I really was overjoyed..and your beautiful poem traces that connection we all have with each other...
ReplyDeleteI love the pairing of words - nibble-kiss, swim-splash ~ Looks like tad poles are having loads of fun, like us ~
ReplyDelete"Swim-Splash", I love that bit there.
ReplyDeleteYou took me to a child hood summer again.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
Ick, slime! YOU jump, I'll stay here! Seriously, this was a lot of fun to read.
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