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Click hereThe lily pads they hold fixed,
All the way down,
Black water,
In the moonlight they shimmer.
And the insects they creak,
And in the cattails a breeze,
And all around the pond
Frogs plop in the water.
Ripples that in the moonlight shimmer.
And here on the bank,
Fresh earth soaked with sweat,
Bodies all tangled,
Whirring, like mosquitoes caught
In a net.
In the moonlight they shimmer.
"all the way down," "black water," "frogs plop," I can see all of it... I can hear the insects, feel the breeze. Maybe because I've spent so much time in the country this strikes a cord & I recall ponds I've seen with a life of their own. Thank you.
"Ripples that in the moonlight shimmer." Why not try: Ripples shimmer in the moonlight. "Whirring, like mosquitoes caught In a net" is a nice description.
vivid, rhythmic, tangible, inspirational. Thank you for creating this, and giving it.