Thursday, April 5, 2012

NaPoWriMo #5: Where "what you know" takes you...


A bullfrog in a storm drain

In channels clogged with compose
under the steel-fit manhole,
a bullfrog groans in bass tone moans,
a baritone saxophone played slow.

Caught in last night's downpour
while out on the garden lawn

follow where the water flows
-- that's all he knows
from days of being a tadpole
before he grew legs
and things got complicated. So

he went with the flow,

and all the leaves
they left in heaps
went with him....

In channels clogged with compose
under the steel-fit manhole,
a stranded bullfrog longs
for another great rain storm.


dsnake1 said...

enjoyed the read.

i hope he gets out fast. :)

Brian Miller said...

nice capture...i wonder what his song is...and perhaps if we regrets going with the flow...smiles.

Fred Rutherford said...

Yeah, great capture indeed. Love the returning element you begin and end with, especially showing a change between, shows forward movement- screenwriter in me picks up on those things-lol Really like this too, and all the leaves/they left in heaps/went with him… just something about that stanza really works for me…very nice. Thanks

Anonymous said...

Charming! "before he grew legs
and things got complicated" sigh.

Victoria said...

Ah, poor little guy. This was a fun flight of fancy.

Pat Hatt said...

The poor bullfrog stuck waiting for the rain. Hopefully his tune keeps him occupied, very nice capture.

Ravenblack said...

dsnake, Brian, Fred, Darkangel, Victoria and Pat: Really appreciated the feedback and comments. Thank you all. :)

Anonymous said...

The growing legs complicating things really struck me too. I have a lot of empathy for him, he's waiting as so many of us do.

CygnetSeven said...

Awesome! Love the circle to lessons learned as a child.

Anonymous said...

nice poem-we have one stuck in a storm drain near our house-I'm gonna try and get him out. I have a plan.

Ravenblack said...

I hope that you did get him out. :)