a thing of beauty is a joy for ever?

 

prompt # 13 , John Keats wrote “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Write a poem in which you agree or disagree. 

 

Yesterday

the pond teemed

so ecstatically that even ancient snappers reveled,

their awkward armor softened

in their playful mating dance.

The throng of painted turtles peeked

sheepishly at the display, as the frogs were jumping

one another,

their trilling thrill transmitting

concentric circles of ooo-la-la

across the water, and up the asphalt lane

reaching even me in my brick house.

Tripping like a child I flew, to bask

in the riot of life. It quickened

in my womb, and I thought I was Sophia

in the garden, savoring that delight.

 

Today,

heavy machinery marched

with their mechanical probosces

to slurp up every drop

and scrape that stagnancy sterile

dredging what they claimed to be the dregs

that were choking access to their pipes

A necessary sacrifice, they said.

 

I guess that they forgot to tell the frogs.

 

 

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