The Pond

I came to a pond that stood static underneath the sun

Where light clung to the water

Glistening in soft sparkles like burning charcoal.

 

The sun had risen high into the morning sky

To lie like a king reigning over meadows.

Flowers rested like pillows against the grass,

Basking in the beauty of the suns duty.

 

I felt a yearning to be free like the birds

That soared above me,

And so I danced to enhance the moment

As I pulled off my clothes

To intake the cold of the lake

And I told myself not to be afraid

As I plunged into the wetness of the water.

 

I crashed to the floor of that lakey shore

And ignored the shivers that slithered on my skin

Because once I had plunged to the surface

I felt bliss from the warmth that rose above me

And from the water I could watch the Earth

As beauty lurked around in singing sounds

That run into my spirit

In peaceful lyrics.

Reviews

[Tony]

The title caught my attention--
You deliver a fountain of poetic sensations.
A very refreshing write-- how liberating!

[Kelly M.]

There is a lot of imaginary and peacefulness in this poem! You make the pond sound like the best place to be! Keep it up!

-Kelly M.