Near the pond

near-the-pond

Not far from beauty

he sat writing lines

of what passed through

his invisible heart.

He spent hours listening

to yearning from yellow

near the pond

where geese, those Canadian ones

gathered to mingle with American ducks

urging him to place in simple rhymes

his heart.

This poem, inspired

by a friend

who also gracefully was inspired

by a friend.

photo by NbJ

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Author: Rose

Poetry by Rose

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