Jun 2015
Cool water
Once fresh and clean
Reflecting the skies
In azure imitation
A complement to Nature
In her splendour
The image fades
Distorts
With the spread
Of an oily film
And the pond
Now tinted brown
With algae and silt
Hints of Death
No longer giving Life
But taking
That which is
As blood gone stale
Cori MacNaughton
22 August 1983.
Once fresh and clean
Reflecting the skies
In azure imitation
A complement to Nature
In her splendour
The image fades
Distorts
With the spread
Of an oily film
And the pond
Now tinted brown
With algae and silt
Hints of Death
No longer giving Life
But taking
That which is
As blood gone stale
Cori MacNaughton
22 August 1983.
This was one on a series of poems I wrote while working in an insurance company shortly before I left California. I used to write short poems while I was waiting on hold.
I have never read this publicly, but I did read it to my meditation group in Florida in the late 1990s. This is the first time it appears in print.
I have never read this publicly, but I did read it to my meditation group in Florida in the late 1990s. This is the first time it appears in print.
