Poetry Month: City Pond 10 of 30
For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month. I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.
It's Tuesday and time for a little Slice of Life. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community. Join the conversation here.
Yesterday as I headed home for the day, I noticed the egret was back at the city pond. I pulled over to take a closer look, only to realize there wasn't just one egret; instead, I counted ten egrets surrounding the small pond. As I tried to get a picture without scaring them away, I took a look around the pond at the activity all around. The blue heron, noticing my approach, glided from where he had been resting, to the other side of the pond. I noted the cormorant had returned to the area with a few friends. As always, the geese were everywhere. How does this small pond support so much activity?
One pond hosts
the white egret
poised near the shore
positioned for a catch.
A gaggle of geese
floating on rippled water
passing the time
before evening.
In its shadows,
the blue heron
tall and majestic
stands, cautiously observing.
A gulp of cormorants
misplaced,
soars and rests,
soars and rests.
Though apartments and houses
surround it,
paradise is found,
in one city pond.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2018
It's Tuesday and time for a little Slice of Life. Thanks to Two Writing Teachers for hosting this community. Join the conversation here.
Yesterday as I headed home for the day, I noticed the egret was back at the city pond. I pulled over to take a closer look, only to realize there wasn't just one egret; instead, I counted ten egrets surrounding the small pond. As I tried to get a picture without scaring them away, I took a look around the pond at the activity all around. The blue heron, noticing my approach, glided from where he had been resting, to the other side of the pond. I noted the cormorant had returned to the area with a few friends. As always, the geese were everywhere. How does this small pond support so much activity?
the white egret
poised near the shore
positioned for a catch.
A gaggle of geese
floating on rippled water
passing the time
before evening.
In its shadows,
the blue heron
tall and majestic
stands, cautiously observing.
A gulp of cormorants
misplaced,
soars and rests,
soars and rests.
Though apartments and houses
surround it,
paradise is found,
in one city pond.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2018
It really is amazing how much life this pond supports, and so close to an apartment complex, where I would imagine there are lots and lots of people. I especially love the fourth stanza. A "gulp" of cormorants. And then the repetition. It feels really good on my tongue!
ReplyDeleteLook how much you saw...when you stopped to really look! And yes, like Carol, "a gulp of cormorants!"
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