carefully I trod
amid bent blue grass and weeds
on low rolling bubbles of hills
around a dark pond
peppered with wild life
rippled in fishes
who keep eyes to the surface
watching bugs circle
when touching down,
with no warning become
a snack in a snap,
a quick fish’s morsel
in this natural chalice
harvesting life
teaming with chance,
is nature’s balance
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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Is this poem related to "how can i best explain?" I immediately thought of it when I read this poem. I love the way "pond in the woodlands" sounds and the images it creates, and the phrase "this natural chalice."
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