Lily Lake

Mid-August.
Car piled full, city girl to rural job.
Staccato palms on steering wheel,
radio Oldies defiantly blares
Summer in the City.

Turn round rural route bend,
foot shifts to brake
shocked by Monet view.
Signal to shoulder, sit mesmerized.
Amana Colonies serenity.

Green velvet leaves blanket still waters,
delicate yellow petals undisturbed
as slick-backed frog leaps pad to pad
finally rests,
centered in quiet setting sun.

KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA
photo credit: Kevin Abbott

December Challenge, Day 5: Start with time/when. Write about a body of water you remember. Include specific details.

 

3 thoughts on “Lily Lake

  1. Melinda Kucsera December 4, 2015 / 11:50 pm

    I had to look up Amana Colonies (I’m an east coast girl) but now that I have, I really want to visit it. (that’s good news for my midwest friends). I love the staccato beat of your poem. The way you pick out telling details that make the reader think (or in my case research). The comparison of a busy, modern lifestyle contrasted with the scenic pond where the pace slows is pure poetic magic and it’s incredibly vivid.

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    • lillian December 5, 2015 / 11:27 am

      So glad you liked it, Melinda. It’s been almost twenty years since we lived in Iowa…..tis a beautiful state. And this was an especially quiet and calm place.

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      • Melinda Kucsera December 5, 2015 / 12:51 pm

        you’re welcome 🙂 I could feel the calm and hear the quiet 🙂

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