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John L. Stanizzi

POND

5.6.19
11.32 a.m.
55 degrees

Profligacies in orange and black, black and red, white and white, white and yellow,
officers of influence, their color remains after they have flown, and the toads are a
nimbus of sound in the bright afternoon, their chirring rising and rising to a stop, a
dialogue, a harmony, a synchronization of spring’s opus played, revised, played again.

 


“They are from a project called POND. These short poems are acrostics. This is a one-year-long project. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, and take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then I head home and write a four line acrostic using the letters P, O, N, and D.  I do not use any of my first words more than once. I need a different P, O, N, and D word every day for a year; I began the book on November 9, 2018 and will complete it on November 9, 2019.”

John L. Stanizzi is author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits – Fifty 50-Word Pieces, and Chants. His poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, The New York Quarterly, and many others. His newest book. Sundowning, will be out later this year with Main Street Mag.

John L. Stanizzi

POND

5.5.19
10.57 a.m.
53 degrees

rain

Purest concerto of toads and peepers around the pond, the woods on the
outskirts, everywhere, until I approach and they preserve their silence in the
nooks in which they hide in the open, invisible right in front of us, like
dollops of gray clay given, besides their malleability, the gift of song.


“They are from a project called POND. These short poems are acrostics. This is a one-year-long project. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, and take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then I head home and write a four line acrostic using the letters P, O, N, and D.  I do not use any of my first words more than once. I need a different P, O, N, and D word every day for a year; I began the book on November 9, 2018 and will complete it on November 9, 2019.”

John L. Stanizzi is author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits – Fifty 50-Word Pieces, and Chants. His poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, The New York Quarterly, and many others. His newest book. Sundowning, will be out later this year with Main Street Mag.

John L. Stanizzi

POND

4.28.19
7.18 a.m.
41 degrees

Purple rosettes of the plum tree have just begun to emerge, the verdant
opus of the skunk cabbage continues to slowly splay its wide whole notes, the
nubbin leaves of multiflora roses are now everywhere, and a bluejay in the cedar
distracts everyone with his incessant ruckus – pay attention to me!

 


“They are from a project called POND. These short poems are acrostics. This is a one-year-long project. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, and take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then I head home and write a four line acrostic using the letters P, O, N, and D.  I do not use any of my first words more than once. I need a different P, O, N, and D word every day for a year; I began the book on November 9, 2018 and will complete it on November 9, 2019.”

John L. Stanizzi is author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits – Fifty 50-Word Pieces, and Chants. His poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, The New York Quarterly, and many others. His newest book. Sundowning, will be out later this year with Main Street Mag.

John L. Stanizzi

2 POND Poems*

12.21.18
8.14 a.m.
59 degrees (incredible)

-after Wallace Stevens, “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour”

(Married 28 years today. It has been as close to perfect as one can imagine.)

Pluvious morning, torrential and warm, thawed mole-tunnels caving in,
ordination of melting ice, the rain broadcasting itself over the remnants,
narrowed troops of downpour skitter across waning ice,
drenching rain, one thing, a single thing, In which being there together is enough.

 

12.23.18
8.16 a.m.
30 degrees

Pretense this bright sun; the hard wind tells the truth, and
obsessed with itself, this little pond, in concert with that wind,
navigates NW to SE, pulling its waves over itself,
drawing them up like a flannel blanket, though there is no warmth here.

 


*John writes: “These are from a one-year-long project simply called POND. The premise is ‘simple’— once every day for one year. I will venture to the pond on our property with journal and camera in hand. I will record the date, the time, the temperature, scribble a few notes, take a photo (only if one actually presents itself), mosey back to the house and write an acrostic four-line poems using the letters P, O, N, and D.  And there is one final stipulation; I may never use any of the first words more than once; that is proving to be a daunting and delightful challenge.


John L. Stanizzis books are Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide/Ebb Tide, Four Bits; he’s been published in Right Hand Pointing, New York Quarterly, Cortland Review, and others.