The Lake Poem by Deborah Ager

The Lake

Rating: 3.3


The yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
Three o'clock. Dry leaves rat-tat like maracas.

Whisky-colored grass
breaks at every step and trees
are slowly realizing they are nude.
How long will you stay?
For the lake asks questions you want to hear, too.

Months have passed since, well,
everything. Since buildings stood
black against sky, rain hissed from sidewalks
and curled around you.
O, how those avenues once seemed menacing!

I know what you miss
sings this lake. Car horns groaning
in rush hour. Sweet coffee. Wind
pounding like hammers. Warmth of a lover.
Crickets humming love songs to the street.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 23 June 2016

A beautifully conceived nature poem with a smooth and steady flow of narration intermingling with emotions. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Captain Herbert Poetry 24 April 2014

Verr refined on the smoothness of the poem

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Karen Sinclair 04 October 2012

Lovely! when a poem takes you to a place as this one does, with thoughts sights and emotions, it is a success....tyvm karen

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Ray Quesada 04 October 2012

comparing the leaves to maracas is very nice! this poem is gentle.

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