Saturday, December 24, 2011

Frogs ...

written for 'imaginary garden and real toads' http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/


13 comments:

Mary said...

Ah yes, I HAVE heard frogs singing. Truly music to my ears.

Laurie Kolp said...

I will never listen to a frog the same again. This is beautiful. Thanks for taking part in A Word with Laurie.

Ygraine said...

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 :)

magicinthebackyard said...

"...the sky bends down to listen..." what a beautiful line! Lovely blog and wonderful penning! Nice work!

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/where-many-tears-have-already-fallen/

Rose said...

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!

sharplittlepencil said...

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

The Unknowngnome said...

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.

Ed Pilolla said...

the frog is not an unimportant ancient symbol. lovely write. happy holidays:)

emmett wheatfall said...

You always amaze me with your poetry, capturing things in poetic context that others, if any write about. I am your fan.

turtlememoir said...

Beautifully moving, like a hymn of praise... and there's a mystic quality to the poem holds me in its thrall. Thank you

Ostensible Truth said...

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! :)

Doc FTSE said...

What a lovely poem! The idea of a frog experiencing ecstacy on the rain is great, and beautifully observed.

Celestial Dreamz said...

@ all - thank you for visiting my blog and commenting.