I was sitting in the garden,
Sitting and pondering,
Pondering over nothing,
When I came to that time,
That time when it happened,
When the Summer evening
Was closing its bright eye,
It’s eye slowly falling,
Falling into the night.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2017 01:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Just pondering one evening.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
"When the summer evening
was closing its bright eye"
That's a blistering line gold
👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼 excuse my language but
bad ass envious actually nicely done
Thank you wq, much appreciated.
I like this - you certainly can't beat a good ponder.
Pondering is good, it stops you thinking because thinking is bad for you. Thanks Michael.
I much prefer to ponder
I never want to thunk
For thinking makes you squander
Your ponders chunk by chunk.
A fine write Gold. Help! We'll wish Summer away, what with:
* oh the nights are drawing in now
* only just under 5 months to Christmas
* it's all downhill now until the Shortest Day!
The C word is banned until December!
Thanks Orchi.
Lovely images of nightfall in this read - thanks for sharing your pondering with us Gold.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
You got me picturing this and pondering too x
Thanks Mel. Pondering is good.
It would be a shame to squander a good ponder, now wouldn't it? Enjoyed it, Goldie!
Thank Louis. Much appreciated.
As far as I am concerned Gold, you just ponder on and share these wonderful pondering results!
Thank you Fred, it is more rewarding than thinking.
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