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Beside the pond
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Beside the pond |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Along the bank in beds of grass It lay unseen by beast and bird The summer pond was still as glass The weeds stood tall and undisturbed No breeze intruded on the scene No whisper entered this domain So soft the cradle, plush and green So dear the treasure it contained The sky was gray with morning mist The laden clouds were hanging low With great restraint did they resist To spill the secret we now know No words were uttered to the pond No lyrics sung, no measured rhyme Sometimes the things of which we’re fond Remain unspoken in their time And so it was, this silent verse Upon a bed of grass and weed Held all my thoughts until dispersed Across the page that you now read |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Taking on the unspoken is an awesome (hate that word, but it seems to fit here) task. To horde secrets of the pond, i.e., "So dear the treasure it contained." Intolerant people are the people who do not believe the way we want them to, which makes us intolerant by default.—July 26, 2010 |
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skyshine 
since 2002-02-07
Posts 3058Beneath the northern stars |
Thanks for sharing the secrets of that pond. And hey Liz, it's great to see you again (and to hear you're doing so well!). |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Lady Santos... how good is Grace, and Love. That you might pen again across these blue pages is all that we prayed for, and more. But, dear, I have to tell you, as I read this wonderful offering? I heard frogs. And that's not easy, in Kansas, in January.    |
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The_Doctors_Angel_32 Member
since 2011-01-14
Posts 337Florida, USA |
This is very beautifully written. I loved the imagery. I could picture your words in my head.  When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
My my Elizabeth I just love and always have loved, the way your beautiful word pictures flow down the page so eloquently. "No words were uttered to the pond No lyrics sung, no measured rhyme Sometimes the things of which we’re fond Remain unspoken in their time" This is simply wonderful poetry. Eric Love does not look after it's own interests. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you dear poets, I forgot to mention the only sound was croaking frogs Oh,sunshine, you do make me laugh Liz |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
eloquent descibes this poem perfectly...a pleasure to read! Faith There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
As always... enjoyed the read! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Liz...Your pond, the words of this poem, and you, I love! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Liz, this is lovely, lovely, lovely. I read it a second time, after I read what you said, with the background music of the frogs and loved it even more. The froggy voices added even more peace and serenity to the scene. Owl |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love how you write, Liz, and I love what you see and share with us. This is splendid. Alison |
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AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
Love it - a whole poem, beautifully written, about nothing else other than itself! A lesson to anyone struggling with what to write about, really enjoyed. |
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AlCowie Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 92London, UK |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Beautiful poetry. Sometimes free verse cannot capture the moment like rhyme does. This is an example of that. You are very good with that art form. "No words were uttered to the pond No lyrics sung, no measured rhyme Sometimes the things of which we’re fond Remain unspoken in their time" Simply beautiful, with wisdom displayed. A good poem for me to read this morning. Thank you |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Right you are, ice. Lady Santos is the queen of meter and rhyme. Your poem is like the pond. Liz...smooth as glass without a ripple...I float on your words, as always |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
E.Santos - Crafted beautifully by the deft hand of a poet. Much enjoyed. Namyh |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
....a beautiful lullaby, Elizabeth. I so enjoy your poetry. ~K |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Elizabeth...It just doesn't get any better than this beautiful tender poem. Thanks so much for sharing this with all of us...Paul I must tell you, you posted this on my birthday. ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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