{"id":5469,"date":"2019-06-08T19:56:22","date_gmt":"2019-06-09T00:56:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5469"},"modified":"2020-01-09T13:19:20","modified_gmt":"2020-01-09T19:19:20","slug":"john-l-stanizzi-pond-3-of-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/?p=5469","title":{"rendered":"John L. Stanizzi &#8220;POND&#8221; 5.6.19"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>John L. Stanizzi<\/h1>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #800000;\">POND<\/span><\/h2>\n<p><em>5.6.19<\/em><br \/>\n<em>11.32 a.m.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>55 degrees<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Profligacies in orange and black, black and red, white and white, white and yellow,<br \/>\nofficers of influence, their color remains after they have flown, and the toads are a<br \/>\nnimbus of sound in the bright afternoon, their chirring rising and rising to a stop, a<br \/>\ndialogue, a harmony, a synchronization of spring\u2019s opus played, revised, played again.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/r.jpg?ssl=1\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-5470\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/r.jpg?resize=431%2C323&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"431\" height=\"323\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/r.jpg?w=653&amp;ssl=1 653w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/r.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 431px) 100vw, 431px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/y.jpg?ssl=1\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-5471\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/y.jpg?resize=431%2C323&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"431\" height=\"323\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/y.jpg?w=656&amp;ssl=1 656w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/archive.onesentencepoems.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/y.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 431px) 100vw, 431px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #000000;\">&#8220;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.\u00a0 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.&#8221;<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>John L. Stanizzi <\/strong><\/span>is author of <\/em>Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide \u2013 Ebb Tide, Four Bits \u2013 Fifty 50-Word Pieces, <em>and<\/em> Chants. <em>His poems have appeared in P<\/em>rairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, The New York Quarterly,<em> and many others. His newest book. <\/em>Sundowning<em>, will be out later this year with Main Street Mag.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>John L. 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