As one of those of isolated unheard and unread poets, I still write poems. Here is the latest. Poetry like hope will go on, because it is a necessity, unlike expectation and consumerism which are narcotics.
HERACLITUS
The lake again, a second visit. A local friend taking us there, Thinking we have never seen it And we pretend we have never Circumnavigated this clean lake.
Scent of trees and grass, Within sight of ocean fog, Flurry of birds, feathery seeds Airborne over and onto Rippling water.
Pristine, no oars, no motors, no swimmers Disturb the lower mountain lake. To curtail disappointment We enact surprise at the reeds As we contemplate and walk this lake.
Scent of trees and grass, Within sight of ocean fog, Flurry of birds, feathery seeds Airborne over and onto Rippling water.
Halfway round the thickly wooded lake, Feigning surprise again and again, Suddenly, we pause on the path Surprised by a boy proudly Presenting a captive bullfrog.
Scent of trees and grass, Within sight of ocean fog, flurry of birds, feathery seeds Airborne over and onto Rippling water.
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As one of those of isolated unheard and unread poets, I still write poems. Here is the latest. Poetry like hope will go on, because it is a necessity, unlike expectation and consumerism which are narcotics.
HERACLITUS
The lake again, a second visit.
A local friend taking us there,
Thinking we have never seen it
And we pretend we have never
Circumnavigated this clean lake.
Scent of trees and grass,
Within sight of ocean fog,
Flurry of birds, feathery seeds
Airborne over and onto
Rippling water.
Pristine, no oars, no motors, no swimmers
Disturb the lower mountain lake.
To curtail disappointment
We enact surprise at the reeds
As we contemplate and walk this lake.
Scent of trees and grass,
Within sight of ocean fog,
Flurry of birds, feathery seeds
Airborne over and onto
Rippling water.
Halfway round the thickly wooded lake,
Feigning surprise again and again,
Suddenly, we pause on the path
Surprised by a boy proudly
Presenting a captive bullfrog.
Scent of trees and grass,
Within sight of ocean fog,
flurry of birds, feathery seeds
Airborne over and onto
Rippling water.
James Keller
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