322 Lily pond

Posted on February 20, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Do not be fooled by its tranquil face.
This placid pond is a dangerous place.
Beneath that mirrored sun kissed water,
a war’s going on, a holocaust’s slaughter.
Every little murmur is forensics for a murder
which Nature shrouds with lily lace,
then steals away without a trace.

Unknown's avatar

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment