Sipping fine coffee with an old friend; talking,
new ideas pop up —
frog eyes emerging from behind the lilypads
of a long-neglected pond.
I can’t wait for
their deep singing to begin…
the music of the moment,
or maybe it will be made to last;
either way, I’ve not been near this water
in far too long.
Dark Matter 
November 27th, 2011 at 8:23 pm
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November 27th, 2011 at 8:52 am
I read the pond as the unconscious and the frogs as ideas emerging. If this is right the metaphor is wonderful!
November 27th, 2011 at 1:30 pm
Yup, pretty much. And thanks!
November 27th, 2011 at 12:28 am
I hope you continue to approach the water on a regular basis.
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
November 27th, 2011 at 12:30 am
I shall. And thank you.