Poetry: By the lake - by Alistair Marquise

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by Alistair Marquise

Created on: November 19, 2011 Last Updated: November 20, 2011

Enamored with the hexagonal criss cross of the inner pagoda
My safety in shapes
I hear the song of the billions, their harmony a chorus of one
The voice of the lake
In a breeze crisp with music and the fallen leaves blown from sentinel trees
The park's soft caress
"Myself" loses form, and crumbling, is scattered to the rippled mirror
Now one with the rest

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Poetry: By the lake

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by Jon Coe

I watched the ripples, as I drifted away
the lake was deep, on this golden day
Lured by reflection, in this tranquil deep
I
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by Miss Kim

Looming mists of fog
descend upon the trees.
The water sits like glass;
exempt from all the fees
of nature; like the butterfly,
who's
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Enamored with the hexagonal criss cross of the inner pagoda
My safety in shapes
I hear the song of the billions, their harmony
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By The Lake

I sit thinking of all sorts of things

having alittle quiet time to meditate.

Loving the solitude of listening
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by Jennifer Wells

Who can ponder
the thoughts that have been gathered
where countless minds have wondered
by the lake?
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