Sunday, August 27, 2023

Pond

 Blue collar blood

White collar dreams

Oyster stew

On the table

With saltines

Dreaming of caviar

And champagne

John Deere

And weeds

As tall as

My knees

Teach so much more

Than yachts on

The high seas

St. Tropez

May be 

The desire

But the pond

Is my reality

Today

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10 comments:

  1. Creative PublishAugust 27, 2023 at 8:38 AM

    love it

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  2. Lark August 27, 2023 at 9:27 AM

    Great poem! :D

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  3. Radiomuzykant - kaAugust 27, 2023 at 10:25 AM

    Well, better pond at hand than St.Tropez out of reach.

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  4. Elephant's ChildAugust 27, 2023 at 12:38 PM

    And the pond is filled with wonders and beauty for those who open their eyes, heart and mind.

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  5. J.P. AlexanderAugust 27, 2023 at 6:48 PM

    Me gusto el poema. Te mando un beso.

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  6. kiwimeskreationsAugust 27, 2023 at 10:36 PM

    And there is nothing wrong with a pond, as God can be found wherever we are!
    Blessings
    Maxine

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  7. Red Rose AlleyAugust 28, 2023 at 11:21 AM

    The pond with weeds as tall as your knees sounds pretty nice to me. I'm glad you like oysters and caviar. The only fish I like is shrimp and crab and lobster. ; )

    ~Sheri

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  8. rupam sarmaAugust 28, 2023 at 12:07 PM

    So nice

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  9. My name is Erika.August 29, 2023 at 4:07 PM

    This is so lovely and your images are so vibrant. I hope all is well. hugs-Erika

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  10. KathyAugust 30, 2023 at 8:12 PM

    Wherever we are, be there and look around, for He is there and that's what matters. A very beautiful poem my friend.

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