Poem: Ripples on A Pond

Good morning all! Yes, this is a group-greeting.

I’m curious (Especially to hear from artists, poets, Lit. majors, and philosophers):

Bodies carry hidden
What’s known to US
Not friends

If known, or even where in us
They often do forget

And even then
When membering
They know not at what depths
Looking for perfection
Something never met

Like a pond, that’s beautiful
Shimmering Autumn light
Savoring its daytime gifts
It’s moonbeams, in the night

Ever for the pleasant
Searching out delight
Yet blind to things unseen before
And hidden out of site

Running in to cool ourselves
Stripping as we go
We catch afoot a something
Helpless
Down below

Do we cry, upon our fall
Screaming
Screaming ‘confounded drink!’
Complaining ‘damn oasis!’?
Is that how you think?

Do we emerge
Disheartened, then
Cursing waters there?

Or do we know
Our selfishness
And our lack of care?

The body still is beautiful
Brimming with the sun

A grove for flowers, trees
And Life
One of rest ‘n fun

Underneath the ripples, Reminders
Of the past

Return to him
But mindfully
So friendship’s love
May last?

Mando

Copyright © 2015 Carl Atteniese Jr., AKA ‘Mando’, All rights reserved.

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