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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:

Irene Latham said...: I love iet when the pond tunes up. :) Esp. nice thought on this chilly morn.; January 7, 2011 at 8:28 AM
Charles Ghigna said...: Thank you for hosting Poetry Friday
...and for pondering my pond! ;-); January 7, 2011 at 11:10 AM
Shoshana said...: Oh, the words "ponder" and "pond" should spend more time together!; January 9, 2011 at 6:52 PM
Charles Ghigna said...: Thanks, Shoshana.
I want to read your "pond/ponder" poem when it's ready!; January 10, 2011 at 2:35 PM
LitLass said...: I love your poems and can't wait to show them to my 7-year-old poetry lover.; January 10, 2011 at 9:41 PM
Shoshana said...: (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.; January 11, 2011 at 8:13 PM
Charles Ghigna said...: 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!; January 12, 2011 at 8:33 PM
Shoshana said...: Thank you! I'm glad you like it!; January 12, 2011 at 9:10 PM

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