Secret Realm

Within my secret realm… this verdant pond, Unknown to many of the townsfolk’s eyes And by its ridges I meander long, On through November nights, as hours drift by… A quiver in the grass so evergreen; When frosty breeze imbues a shimmer while It mirrors younger times across its bends; That only spellbound musings can recall Fair autumns’ glaze among the silver trees. How printed leaves descend in curved roulette Then glide past my embroidered frock, I swirl; A final chance to roam, to blow a wish Caressing the ledge of my pond’s abode, Before the white of snow enshrouds its charm. Contest: Shooting Blank Verse for john lawless POTD posted 11/12/2016
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Canerdy Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM
Congratulations on your well-deserved win, Nette! Janice
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December 10, 2016 at 6:03 PM
Coming back with congrats on a well deserved win.
Haight Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 12:56 PM
So lovely, Nette. Congratulations on your fine podium win. Hugs, Sandra
Vinson Avatar
December 6, 2016 at 1:01 AM
Nette, your words are a fine dominion.
White Avatar
December 3, 2016 at 4:46 AM
This makes me ...sigh... meloves the beautiful imagery. Good luck in the contest
White Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:07 PM
Oh, and coming back to you with congratulations :)
Andresen Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 10:58 AM
- Congratulate on you p.o.t.d. Nette :) - Beautiful written, good luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Y. Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 10:03 PM
Hi Nette, I agree with the others below, this is poetry in every sense of the word. It is so beautiful with amazing imagery. You painted a beautiful picture with word. Congratulations on getting the poem of the day. It was well deserved. Enjoy the honor:-) Alexis
Krampe Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 8:02 PM
Beautiful imagery. I can picture fair autumn's glaze. Congrats on POTD. Agnes
Haight Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 7:43 PM
Lovely, Nette, both in imagery and iambic blank verse rhythm. Congratulations on your poem being honored as Poem Of The Day! Hugs, Sandra
Rodrigues Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 3:26 PM
Congratulations, John!
Roper Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 12:09 PM
Back to congratulate you on Poem of the Day : ) Yhea!!
Wanter Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 10:15 AM
I love your images! Congratulations!
Warrior Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 10:00 AM
A gem...congrats!!! nette...^WW^
Turner Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 8:18 AM
Congratulations nette on POTD. Old man winter is just around the corner. Beautiful write! reminds me of a place I used to go as a young boy.
Smith Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 7:11 AM
Such peace you weave, congratulations Nette for POTD honors...
Sathasivam Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 7:04 AM
Excellent. Lovely imagery write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it.
Yvonne Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 6:43 AM
Poetry at its best! Congratulations nette. Well deserved.
Daniel Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 3:33 AM
Extraordinarily beautiful, Nette:) such lovely imagery:) congratulations on your POTD:)
Gonza Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 11:14 PM
Exquisite poem. Some places never lose their meaning and we come back to them like a 2nd 'home'. A fave for me!
Parker Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 7:55 PM
Poetry my friend, Poetry, to say anything else would be an intrusion into this poetry
Roper Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 7:15 PM
Mystic Rose is right your words are bonding Shakespeare Hugs Eve
Vaso Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 4:43 PM
This is so nice, an it brings me memories of a place I used to go called "meadow-ville" where as a kid I had my own special pond!
Lalion Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 3:08 PM
I revel at the thought of having my secret space outside home. Your poetic view is stunning, even astounding!
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November 12, 2016 at 2:23 PM
It mirrors younger times across its bends; That only spellbound musings can recall Fair autumns’ glaze among the silver trees. Wonderful poem keeping in sure hands The touched, the same season poetical soul Under the delightful, playful, friendly breaze...
Smith Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 12:36 PM
Such a beautiful setting you painted nette...lovely indeed
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