Still life..A Poem by TomContemplativePearlescent frog, sat small, silent, squat just what are you thinking, I know not? Still life art in diminutive, physical form as jet black eyes, observe, raging storm Permit me close inspection, answer this are you perturbed or in trance like bliss? Semiaquatic creature, beguiling, minute, pray tell, share truth, fate of King Canute? Bulbous orbs reveal a telepathic cortex images of man's demise, swirling vortex, amplified by ignorance, hapless, so blind inherent his relinquish of ties that bind And so to avoid the predatory hornbilly off hopped frog to muse upon waterlily,
grieved, dishearten, like wasted tears prophetic knowledge, lost on deaf ears! © 2023 TomFeatured Review
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