the watery womb forsaken.
The dangerous adventure
of life beyond
a calling siren
with the broad smile
of the predator.
The playground nursery pool
and the sweeping swimmer tails
cannot hold nor charm
for what was sufficient yesterday,
like stale manna
does not suffice today.
This is life,
the fresh air
of excitement,
the unknowing
and the pursuit of destiny.
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12 comments:
beautiful!
Yep-yep! Croak-croak! Good-good!
"Like stale manna, does not suffice today" Wonderful Keith! Living in the moment - today, right now - it where the blessing is found that grows tomorrow. Peace and Blessings!
That was sweet!
Great word pictures - where tails end especially. We do need and want to keep moving ahead toward our destiny.
Yep, frogs are a great example of following ones destiny through all their varying stages
Fun poem. Some good metaphors in there. I like how you take something as simple as a tadpole turning into a frog call describe it as the pursuit of destiny. We take nature for granted. Thanks for reminding me how incredible God's creation is.
thartagudden Keith
biiiiig hug
Very nice. We don't have any ponds on our property, but we have lots of little green tree frogs...always enjoy seeing them. Peace and Blessings
Very cool representation of the challenges of moving into new life phases.
You have such a delightful telling, Keith. My daughter loved frogs; so we spent a near fortune buying fresh crickets (not stale manna) at the pet store each week to keep the "free frogs" alive.
Excellent poem, Keith, and I love the photo with it. It's amazing to see a frog in that transitional phase from tadpole to adult.
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