Author's Note: Some of you are familiar with this project, but in case you're not here's a bit of an outline of the process. The poems are from a one-year-long project called POND. They are acrostics. Everyday, at different times during the day, I would visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I’d jot down some notes, take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presented itself. Then I’d head home and write a four-line acrostic using the letters P, O, N, and D. The other caveat, which made the project so interesting and challenging to me, was that I did not allow myself use any of my first words more than once. I needed a different P, O, N, or D word for every day. I began the book on November 9, 2018 and completed it on November 8, 2019, without ever missing a single day.
12.56 p.m. 69 degrees Pronouncements only about the air today, overridden with bird song – Peter! Peter! Peter! nattering Cheer-up! Cheer-a-lee! Here, here! Come right here, dear! Drink your tea! Sweet, sweet, sweet, little-more-sweet!
10.31 a.m. 49 degrees Pluviophiles rejoice at what will come this afternoon; it will outdo yesterday’s torrential hours, as the brown pond nullifies brilliant reflections for weak ones, frail as my hope for the darkness of the pond’s sole keeper, the melancholy mallard and his solace.
©2020 John L. Stanizzi
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