Wallace LaBenne

Pond Of Pleasure

Poetry sounds like snowflakes landing on spring flowers. I write, read and hear poems with my heart.






Pond Of Pleasure

While the world was sleeping I was catching dreams
from the pond of pleasure
and terrific schemes

While the world was sleeping I was dropping seeds
near the land of leisure
and important needs

While the world was sleeping I was counting sheep
on the cloud of measure
and marginal reap

While the world was sleeping I was hatching eggs
by the nest of never
and forgotten plagues

While the world was sleeping I was placing rings
in the chest of treasure
and exclusive things

© Wallace Dean LaBenne

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