POND LIFE

By skinner_jennifer

Thu, 27 Jan 2011
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Wings hover drifting over dark liquid,
devoid of colour boatmen move
with a continuous motion,
ever searching feelers
tentatively touching,
needing nutrition.

The winged one stops
at the well of life,
she settles still at last,
resting seconds pass,
her brightly coloured wings
resplendent, glistening
in the summer sun.

After an interval of rest,
she continues her flutter
dwelling close to the
life giving liquid.

The pond so still
supporting individual
creatures and plants,
motionless dark liquid turbid, unclear
yet at the same time aesthetic.

Plant life intermingles
swaying like a dance,
as carp move snake like
occasionally rising to the surface,
bubbles pass from sight
then once again disappearing
below the surface.

A flight of extremely small
unknown winged insects,
move lightly across the surface,
as the dragon fly searches
once again for life giving substance.

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Ray, 

well it seems so long ago that I wrote this poem, it was nice to be reminded of it. Nature certainly has a lot to offer and I find writing about it a great pleasure. Glad you enjoyed reading this and many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

This is a lovely poem. It very much reminded me of the place my daughter and I had supper on Sunday night.  We were by a river, which was dark and murky but the flies and bugs were taking their needs from it.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

you know I'd quite forgotten about this poem, it was nice to be reminded.

It sounds like such a pleasant way to eat supper with such nature to observe, hope you had a good evening.

Thank you for stopping by to read and share your thoughts.

Jenny. 

 

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