a long, heavy reed

a long, heavy reed
adumbrates still pond water
almost touching water's reflective surface
with a sun-sterilized tip,
its elongated limb of green
abstains from causing ripples.

a long, heavy reed
bent from its own weight,
bows its head in prayer
inciting a choir of afternoon frogs
to chorus along peripheral banks,
this, an earthen halo.

14 comments:

Nature Nut /JJ Loch said...

Michelle, what a powerful and beautiful poem with fantastic imagery and musing. It gives one pause to think how much goes on in nature that we would see if we stop to look, really look and read the messages given.

Hugs, JJ

Meri said...

I am so excited to see this, evidence of a journey toward healing and repair. I read it aloud -- there were no stumbling places, so it works. Some of the images are lovely. Some word choices seem too obscure for the poem to be accessible. It is, after all, simple loveliness the words capture. . .

Carver said...

Beautiful and meaningful words. I love this.

Wanda..... said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, Naquillity. Your poem brings forth a lovely scene!

sandy, from gardenpath said...

I read this one out loud, twice, then put my computer on speech, and one of the voices read it. I love the way you put the words together, and the sound of it.

beth said...

i know that reed......

i've been that reed....

katiebird said...

WOAH! this is beautiful...full...it was like humidity...I don't know how else to describe it. WONDERFUL poem.

lisaschaos said...

Very deep, I had to read and reread.

Karen said...

Beautiful, beautiful! you know how I love nature poetry, and that prayer metaphor really connects with this scene. Wonderful!

Gel said...

Hi- Although I'm not religious, I found the second stanza very moving. Strong writing and messages.

Quiet Paths said...

I really liked this piece; I can see it so well.

Travis Cody said...

I like your use of $5 words in the piece. I think the word selections enhance the imagery. For me, this was more than a casual read since I had to look up the word adumbrate.

And I was interested in doing so, because the imagery immediately captured my imagination.

Well done.

Kat Mortensen said...

This is a winner, Naquillity! I love that word "adumbrate" and the choir of afternoon frogs can be heard internally.

Kat

Clyde Kessler said...

Glad you liked my poem on Bolts of Silk...enjoyed reading the poems on your blogs, peace is a bit greater now in my own day, thanks.