Sitting on an Ancient Rock

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A poem inspired by a peaceful moment by a pond in New Hampshire.

Submitted: August 12, 2008

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Submitted: August 12, 2008

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Sitting on an ancient rock,

pocketing a moment of solitude

Taking in the summer air

along a pond’s shoreline

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Bucolic edges meandering,

as I gaze the tranquil water

Without a wrinkle, serene,

reflecting trees and sky

Like Castor and Pollux,

indistinguishable contrast

~

Bullfrogs croaking

Birds’ crooning

Sun sinking,

behind the birch and pine

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Mountains purple complete the canvas

painting in my mind

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Beavers poke their curious heads

above the crystalline water line

Breathing is their cause

Effect is perfect ripples

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Hues in the sky ever shifting,

tawny, crimson, orange and yellow,

lavender, pink and lilac,

all sprawling across azure heavens

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Lilies, Reeds,

stumps with moss of emerald

adding color to the palette

of this morphing watercolor

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Amber crescent making its way

One star suspending unaided,

brighter than all the rest,

solitary star silently pausing,

to gleam amongst the others

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Rain lightly dropping, cooling the air,

cloaking me with contentment

Swathed with nature,

connecting my soul,

a soul that's full and resonating

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Euphoria describes my current mood,

for all that I am witnessing

No raison d’re

Just observing life

Sitting on an ancient rock


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