poem written based upon this image--for online poetry class
My haiku pond sits in the corner of my garden~ small as a teacup, deep as a breath. Frogs sit like syllables on lily pad commas, punctuating the stillness with soft green thoughts. Dragonflies skim the surface, writing bright, brief lines in their iridescent ink~ three beats, then gone. Even the reeds whisper in measured cadence, counting their own shadows as the wind turns the page. What’s in it? Only what belongs in brevity~ a ripple, a pause, a moment that refuses to hurry. Why? Because every pond needs a place where the world grows quiet enough to speak in seventeen heartbeats.
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