Jazz Pond


Swaying reeds of rhythm,

Echoing waves of rhyme;

The pond becomes a concert

When the moon is in her prime.


A chorus of croaks from the lily pads,

A choir of crickets on shore;

The pond is tuning up again,

Come hear the music soar!



©Charles Ghigna


8 comments:

  1. Irene LathamJanuary 7, 2011 at 8:28 AM

    I love iet when the pond tunes up. :) Esp. nice thought on this chilly morn.

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  2. Charles GhignaJanuary 7, 2011 at 11:10 AM

    Thank you for hosting Poetry Friday
    ...and for pondering my pond! ;-)

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  3. ShoshanaJanuary 9, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Oh, the words "ponder" and "pond" should spend more time together!

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  4. Charles GhignaJanuary 10, 2011 at 2:35 PM

    Thanks, Shoshana.
    I want to read your "pond/ponder" poem when it's ready!

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  5. LitLassJanuary 10, 2011 at 9:41 PM

    I love your poems and can't wait to show them to my 7-year-old poetry lover.

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  6. ShoshanaJanuary 11, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    (A ponder/pond poem of sorts)

    When the day gives way to wander
    I can trek to towns beyond or
    simply sit beside a pond or
    just a rain-created lake,
    for there's naught of which I'm fonder
    than daydream carried yonder
    when it's up to me to ponder
    just the shape my time will take.

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  7. Charles GhignaJanuary 12, 2011 at 8:33 PM

    Thanks, Shoshana!
    Great poem! Great lines!

    "...there's naught of which I'm fonder
    than daydream carried yonder
    when it's up to me to ponder..."

    Ponder on! Ponder on!

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  8. ShoshanaJanuary 12, 2011 at 9:10 PM

    Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

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