poetry

Webbed Feet

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in the reflection of trees

leaves blurred, branches muted

the pond is stagnant, without shimmer

monochrome serenity

movement

a sole duckling

abandoned, though unaware

dashes over a lily bed

feathered impatience with webbed feet askew

watched by a dragonfly

atop nearby bamboo

such youthful exuberance

of breathless bursts and pond dashing!

I am the duckling

my immature wings as yet cannot soar

vestigial at best

(for now, let’s ignore)

but I can walk on water my love

eager in my yellow bright

flap, splash come I

toward your

wholesome sunlight

40 thoughts on “Webbed Feet”

  2. Creative piece there….. How beautiful it is that we tend to relate ourselves with anything we see around, all it takes is acceptance of the fact that we are so different, each of us, yet so alike.

    “my immature wings as yet cannot soar

    vestigial at best

    (for now, let’s ignore)

    but I can walk on water my love”

    Such a beautiful line there that left my eyes gaped and then relaxed and finally a smile on my lips in agreement that yes you can walk on water my love….<3

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    1. I’m so delighted to read of your unfolding reaction to this Shefali: our smiles merging as we share the same delight of the last few lines. It is easy to walk on water when your heart is light and buoyant with hope ❤

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    1. I wasn’t sure if it was too simple a piece, yet once again when I’m writing with emotion the words just flow and there it is on the page. I’m glad you adored it, for this is one of my favourite words 🙂

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      2. I like that; I feel the same way. It might be funny to try to write in each other’s style one day. Might not be a sight for the public though 😉

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  6. Wow, this is amazing. I can’t help but smile a gigantic, grinning smile.
    I might be strange, but I feel strongly for the dragonfly. I love the little reference to it, I imagine it sitting there watching in awe as the beautiful duckling is playing in the pond on her own. It’s such a beautiful, lovely, pure picture, amazingly amazing 😄.
    I feel like I am saying this very often but I’ll say it again anyway. I love it 😊

    I told you I wouldn’t be able to resist 😆

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    1. You are not strange noticing the dragonfly, I added her precisely for you 🙂 I confirm your status as a total darling, alien or not with your flurry of compliments! I can’t resist your presence here, in fact … I shall build you a throne to sit on 🙂

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      3. Haha, that’s all I could have hoped for this Christmas 😄. Does it by any chance also come with ornate straps and leg bindings to ensure I can’t leave until I’ve produced some of my own writing in exchange for the privilege of reading yours 😅.

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