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Bear Pond

by Beth Browne

If you were an animal,
you would be a bear

Not a black bear but a warm,
glossy brown

And the pond named for you
would be dark with silt

Reflecting no sky, or moon,
but thick like fur

And when I slip
beneath the surface

You will hold me there,
breathing for me.

Posted in Poetry

7 Responses to “Bear Pond”

  1. sherri says:

    There is something very comforting about your poem, as if the person would not be alone. Interesting….

  2. chuck says:

    nice warm experience.

  3. Elliott says:

    Darkly sensuous. Warm and cool, at once, together. Enveloping, but open to a starless sky, internal and external. Wordlessly wild, a sentient silence. I can feel but not know the bear’s thoughts, and so am invited to experience existence as he does. What a nice poem!

  4. Vicki says:

    Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had someone who made them feel this protected and loved?

  5. Celisa says:

    The silty, unreflecting pond imagery is wonderful and completely in keeping with bear associations. Lovely poem.

  6. James (NC Poet) says:

    Hi Beth,
    I like how the bear becomes the color and texture of the pond. And how we are left to choose a name or no name for the bear pond – as we are ourselves with names but in our depths of no name.

  7. Tom says:

    Sometimes a dark surface is the clearest mirror.

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