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THE BRINK AT LOGAN POND — sonnet

16 Feb

THE BRINK AT LOGAN POND

On Logan Pond, the rose gold sky in pines’
embrace between the cedar-shrouded hills,
now from the stained-glass stone-still surface shines,
just wrinkling at the emptying of rills.

The heavens condescended on this cruel
and vacant stretch of wet, this verdant sink.
Beneath its jeweled face, this silent pool
still craves the careless creatures from the brink.

Just pausing there, at water’s edge, I feel
the almost tidal pull of Logan Pond.
It tempts me from the land, to blindly reel
in wanton waves and break my earthly bond.

The gorgeous waste shall not see me descend.
I’ll stand my ground ashore until the end.

___________________________________________

[Published in Gunpowder River Poetry (2003), The Brink at Logan Pond (2005), World Haiku Review (2005).]

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