Saturday, June 9, 2007

Two Poems..."The Pond" and "Catharsis"

I don't consider myself a poet, but I love poetic language, so sometimes I play. Arranging and rearranging words and images and rhythms is, if not beneficial, at least a harmless pastime.

The Pond

In the thick summer air
a dragonfly dances,
his brilliant blue body
and wings lit
with the low morning sun,
while fat frogs sing
bass notes in three-quarter time,
the waltz of the pond.


Catharsis

We sat on the floor
in small groups
as sunlight poured
on our heads
from the skylight,
sharing our secret pain
with strangers,
carefully creating
new, acceptable selves.

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