Wednesday, November 10, 2021

On the Pond By John Drudge


The draw of her eyes

Is always 

Subliminal

Hooking you

At the core

Before you can gasp

In anticipation

Drowning into her

Before knowing

The depth of the water

Everyday becoming

A part of her

As the sun reflects

Off the autumn pond

And the restless geese

Flutter into the wind

And fly away








John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.

 

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