Wednesday, January 15, 2014

A Personal Challenge Poem

Missing the spiritual bald yew tree;
was it just a screwy dream?

He opened his back door hoping to see
the full moon rising above the rooftops.

But all he could see was a blue sky,
seething with blackness and stars.
The silence was interrupted by
the croaking tongues of hordes
of murmurous frogs.

The frogs, wearing garments
of mottled green, had appeared
on this night after a day of rain.

It was then that he realized he was
treading near the edge of the wild
ahead, dimly lighted by a few candles.

There was no moon tonight. 
White knuckle fright beset him,
ever he was afraid of frogs, in the dark. 
Oh could he safely reach that back door,
his defender of sanity, once again?

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Photo and Poem  Copyright © 2013 and 2014 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved
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I'm linked today with the Real Toads, The Personal Challenge
 
At the "Toads", Brenden challenged poem writers to use at least five of the words listed below.  I used all but three in my little ditty for today. (I did use the other three in my title.)
 
The picture is one I took showing the outside of our airplane window, pitch black, when we were crossing the International Date Line.  No moon that night either, just 'the line' out there in the dark which no one could see (link to a previous post).

The list: (I've used the one marked with "**", the three marked "^^" I put into my title)
knuckle **
tongues **
candles **
wild **
murmurous **
silence **
yew ^^
garments **
blackness **
spirituous ^^
bald ^^
door **
moon **
blue **

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8 Comments:

At Thursday, January 16, 2014 4:12:00 AM, OpenID blueoran said...

Every poet has to step outside and discover what's beyond. Hopefully s/he has the language that can both describe what's found there as well as name the way back. This threshold poem gauges quite well the difficulty-- and rewards-- of that work. Nice.

 
At Thursday, January 16, 2014 11:01:00 AM, Blogger Debi Swim said...

I hope it was just a screwy dream! Nice images here, Jim

 
At Thursday, January 16, 2014 1:25:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

When I fist moved to Northern MIchigan, the noisy frogs astounded me (we had a little stream in the field's marshy area. As years went by, I looked forward to their nightly "song" but they did take getting used to!

 
At Thursday, January 16, 2014 11:08:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

The frogs are so loud here in spring you can barely talk above them...You weaved all the words well!!

 
At Friday, January 17, 2014 12:25:00 AM, Blogger Vandana Sharma said...

darkness can be scary

 
At Friday, January 17, 2014 8:33:00 AM, Blogger Grace said...

My impression is that there is boundary where we see and say,I am only up to here & beyond that I will not tread ~ Physically, mentally or emotionally, some lines we will not crossed over ~ Good one Jim ~

 
At Friday, January 17, 2014 4:39:00 PM, OpenID grapeling said...

would love to be knee-deep in frogs, but it's too dry hear. so, toads it is ~

 
At Sunday, January 19, 2014 5:28:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

We can hear the frogs and birds from our home too. It's a sweet melody from nature, Dr Jim :)

 

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