24 May 2014

In the Stream




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.



Resurfacing for Poetry Pantry #254 at Poets United 
along with the poem re-Union a year later.

Posted for Margaret's 

Play It Again, Toads #5Option #1: Words Count With Mama Zen

at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.




Copyright © 2014  S.L.Chast



10 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

A reading of this poem provides a real sensation of escape, Susan.

Björn Rudberg said...

To swim with tadpoles.. I love that thought... and such nice combination of words here..water-dust and swim-splash.. wonderful and descriptive..

Anne Sexton said...

This 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.

Jim said...

The 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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Margaret said...

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.

Sumana Roy said...

As 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...

Grace said...

I love the pairing of words - nibble-kiss, swim-splash ~ Looks like tad poles are having loads of fun, like us ~

Charleen said...

"Swim-Splash", I love that bit there.

Gail said...

You took me to a child hood summer again.

Beautiful

Fireblossom said...

Ick, slime! YOU jump, I'll stay here! Seriously, this was a lot of fun to read.