Welcome to my world of dreams where imagination and reality, fancy and truth, laughter and tears move hand in hand. I will let you have a glimpse at the share of my own sky, sometimes sunshine bright, and sometimes with rainstorm.
I will take you to memories that are like a serene glow of moonlight, a whisper of mountain breeze, and a rushing gushing brook.
How beautiful this is, and so deeply moving. I love the way you see such intricate detail in everyday things, and your ability to transform them into something really special :)
So delightful Moon :D How wonderfully you paint your magic with words! Love the image as well:) Seasons Greetings to you Moon Wishing you peace love and happiness!
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I loved this hymn to the humble frog, eyes lifted toward heaven, unafraid even of small humans. And their song is unlike any other - quite underrated, in my mind, because of its unique quality and the fact that they sing when everyone else is taking cover! Peace, Amy
You've captured it all here, the "staring upwardgazing on God in poise", "the sky bends down to listen to their sombre hymn", "the ecstasy, and the solemnity of that mystic chanting" "of that brief immortal seeking". Truly this is verse that sings euphorically of frog, Creator and poet.
I am a happy member of the imaginary garden and this is a wonderful write - I've never really seen a poem about frogs; this is well captured, loved this line "the sky bends down to listen to their sombre hymn that floats in the wet lush green." - nice work! :)
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Ah yes, I HAVE heard frogs singing. Truly music to my ears.
I will never listen to a frog the same again. This is beautiful. Thanks for taking part in A Word with Laurie.
How beautiful this is, and so deeply moving.
I love the way you see such intricate detail in everyday things, and your ability to transform them into something really special :)
"...the sky bends down to listen..." what a beautiful line! Lovely blog and wonderful penning! Nice work!
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So delightful Moon :D How wonderfully you paint your magic with words! Love the image as well:)
Seasons Greetings to you Moon Wishing you peace love and happiness!
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I loved this hymn to the humble frog, eyes lifted toward heaven, unafraid even of small humans. And their song is unlike any other - quite underrated, in my mind, because of its unique quality and the fact that they sing when everyone else is taking cover! Peace, Amy
Obviously you have gotten drenched!
You've captured it all here, the "staring upwardgazing on God in poise", "the sky bends down to listen to their sombre hymn", "the ecstasy, and the solemnity of that mystic chanting" "of that brief immortal seeking". Truly this is verse that sings euphorically of frog, Creator and poet.
A beautiful poem Doc.
the frog is not an unimportant ancient symbol. lovely write. happy holidays:)
You always amaze me with your poetry, capturing things in poetic context that others, if any write about. I am your fan.
Beautifully moving, like a hymn of praise... and there's a mystic quality to the poem holds me in its thrall. Thank you
I am a happy member of the imaginary garden and this is a wonderful write - I've never really seen a poem about frogs; this is well captured, loved this line "the sky bends down
to listen to their sombre hymn
that floats in the wet lush green." - nice work! :)
What a lovely poem! The idea of a frog experiencing ecstacy on the rain is great, and beautifully observed.
@ all - thank you for visiting my blog and commenting.
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