Last week I spent a few days in the mountains with my children and grandchildren. On one of our morning walks I came upon a frog who had recently met his demise. While the vacation was filled with laughter and joy and the collection of memories, my thoughts kept returning to the frog. So I wrote about it.
The Frog That Once Knew
On a morning walk, wonder abounded in
the towering trees,
the gentle lap of the lake,
the sparkling sun.
I was not expecting the frog that once knew
the shade of the trees,
the skin-quenching lake,
the warmth of the sun.
A reminder that there is
no light without dark,
no joy without sorrow,
no victory without defeat.
Molly is hosting today’s Poetry Friday Roundup at Nix the Comfort Zone.
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I love that you showed both sides to your chance encounter with this wee amphibian. The fact that he once knew, we now know through your poem. 🙂
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I love that you know when a thought or experience lingers, you write about it. And writing about it lead you to create a poem rich with a deeper meaning. Thanks for sharing.
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“led” even —ugh! lol
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God rest him in peace. That walk led you to think more deeply about life than you originally had planned?
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Giving thought and poem to little things that often go unheeded is very special, Rose. I love that you did not forget!
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We’ve successfully raised lots of perfect glorious black swallowtails this summer, but my mind keeps returning to the one with the wonky wings who will never soar. I feel you when your thoughts returned to the frog!
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Awwwww. I’ve had similar moments. But, I don’t think I wrote about them so eloquently. Beautiful capture of a moment.
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What a beautiful, poignant, poem. I love the parallels between the lines in each of the stanzas, and the the way you use the words in the title.
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I love poems that are both melancholy and joyful at the same time. Lovely!
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Rose, I did not see your final thoughts coming. The last stanza is inspirational as a final reflection.
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