Mark Russell Poet Quatrain

The Pond Revisited

I visited the pond where I often go
As I sit at the edge there appears four ducks in a row
The first one looks like the navigator leading the way
The last duck is like me and takes another course today.

The last duck swims closer and begins to quack
It has no intentions of turning back
It seems content with the path it chose
He quacks again to let the other three know.

I pick up a rock a skip it across the pond
I watch all the ripples they don’t go beyond
They stay in the confines of the banks
I feel like the duck that has just broken ranks.

I start to see my life much like the pond
The ripples are like change they don’t go beyond
Somehow they find the outlet and then they are free
The change moves outward like the ripples inside me.

The sun start to set and it’s time to go
There’s so much in life I really don’t know
But the world around me continues to put on a show
I feel the change inside me flourish and ripples grow.

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Dr.Ram Mehta August 9, 2011 at 7:35 AM Lovely expressions of the inner search, Mark Mark Russell August 9, 2011 at 10:40 PM Thanks it is not alway easy to folow the beat of a different drummer but you made it a little easier:) Take care and thanks the duck says quack (That's thanks too:) Mark

Steven Cooke August 9, 2011 at 7:25 AM a lovely write i like this good poetry to search the soul Mark Russell August 9, 2011 at 10:38 PM Gald you like it I soul search often it kind of funny what you come up with sometimes:) Take care and thanks for reading because of you I am,,,,,,,,,,Mark